The mind, a dormant stone

Once upon a time,I lost my love to suicide. On his way from this world, he made a point to stop by my window, 27 stories hoisted He shook me by the shoulders telling me not to worry. He said that he was free, at peace; He always wanted to be part of a world where artists could roam free, a streak of beauty whipping around the air, Molecules reforming around his ghostly shape, transparency reflecting what I wanted to see. I remember the first nights I spent alone, in my own house, Room candles flickering, higher and higher, crackling like a campfire on my bedside. Myra held me, feared the sounds I would interpret, disguises in the shadows. His face The night after, a Thursday, pulled me out of a 3 o'clock slumber Edging for familiar A voicetuggingatmyhair "Jessica, where am I?" "Justin, you died." You ended it all When you were alone Eyes wide Fingers determined Rolling a checklist for suicide. How'd you think I would understand it? Lo...

Like Romeo & Juliet, we shine on like stars, separated by death -- the memories come in storms to electrify my eyes with the reality of yesterday. I'm pulled to their charm, but running conflicts with today's prize; a generous heart handed over, a blessing to my loneliness. Still, there is us and we triumphed in 73 days. Windows of words penetrate the love; the union of One and an explosion of universal rendezvous, showcase in a carousel. His life, our paths walked into the other, nesting in generations unbeknownst. I house myself under its agenda, put shame to my face for walking upward, beyond the posts we tied ourselves to. Indian Summer in radiance. Calamity of fate.

The Veil. It's covering the window of all my inner pain. It's timeless, just sitting there covering this paralyzing fog that I attempt to resist. I don't want to pull the veil. Sometimes, I walk up to it, focusing on what lies behind it. Sometimes, I nearly see through it without pulling. What I see, like a scepter divulging my throat, larynx pulled, jaw stunned. I don't want to pull the veil, but there might be some days that will ask me to do it, pull the cord, or sweep aside a small layer, just to see enough. God help me.

How feasible is it that a song can create such a dramatic melody in the heart? One that causes a tremor in the body, and disables anything else from penetrating? Here is my facing. you. facing you. I wish JustinLove were intoxicating enough to push out all other uncertanties that find me stomping around. When I hear this song, it's an anthem of our idealism and love and of course your departure. Why can't we be forever young? Why not end together? One foot here and one foot in your open sky. Forever.