the words
flit about
back and forth
singing sad songs
from the crevices
of their ivory cage

whispering tales
to a broken old fool
shoddy patchwork
to fill the silence
surrounding this
warbling pit
where only loneliness
carries any true
form of consistency

this infernal
internal strife of
being self aware
enough to see the
common denominator
in each and every
muddled attempt
at adoration
shattering
can be traced back
to the distance
between desperate
heartshudder denials

silence can be shared
in an intimate environment
drawing the lodestones
of emotional investment
to safely dock together
but silence spread out
across vast distances
becomes a devastating
wave obliterating all of
the best intentions into
a desert where meaning
is lost in shifting sands

left so many exes
scattered across the globe
to a layman looking
i was not a failure
at finding love
but a pirate with
a plethora of scars
and lost treasures
with no map to guide him

today the words are
wistfully carried by
the sparrows hopping
while i sit in the dark
trying not to yearn
for what i do not deserve