Keep it close,
close to your chest;
the infinite dissembler.
You always had
the words to speak,
you made it rain,
you made it visible.
Changes afraid,
every day,
in an instant,
I’m removed.
How are you today?
I catch a glimpse of you
turning around
and if I
can avoid your eye,
I’ll never exist to you.
That’s one of the ways
we lie.
Gotta keep it tight.
Gotta keep it close
to the surface,
but just beneath
these lies
lies a hell of importance.
Look the other way.
The saddest masquerade
is always taking place
and we all
want to come and play.
We clutch our little hearts
in hopes we get away
with all our little crimes,
with all of our tragedies.
Yeah,
I still see you there,
sitting far away from me.
Flowers held so tightly.
Is that a wedding bouquet?
Or a funeral arrangement?
I can’t tell.
Either way,
they’re beautiful
and so are you,
with all your thousands
of imperfections.
I’m taking a hold of me,
taking hold of you;
holding you so close, now.
Because I am so afraid
to lose it all.
Pieces of my soul
are already dead and gone
and I haven’t the strength
to watch the rest go on.
I’m fading away.
Hold me like you did
before we began
this strange experiment.
And I was just a boy
and you were still around,
not this thing before me;
you rise as I fall down.
Beautiful
and terrible
you.
I see you
conjured in the interlude.
There is no place
for our kind
in the future.
We are
what we always were,
just a little more
decorated
by scars and attitude.
We get so
wound around
everything
we hold on to.
HG – 2018
