Soliloquy

We stand apart, hands on thighs
There’s a visible nip in the air
There’s so much to say yet we relinquish the chance
As if its mere existence has scared us in advance
and the wind gently tousles your hair.

There have been lots of dreams made
That found their place ultimately here
Yet, every day we take each other for granted
As if this is something we’ve never wanted
but the sky is now slowly getting clear.

Along the coast that bears the future’s hopes
The gulf between life and death stands alone
It’s what brings finality to what you see
As if at first you’d seen the juniper tree
and the forfeit of your conviction gets thrown.

The two of us have had meaningful conversations
In the past about what will become to my soul
Once I’ve told my heart that I’ve won the battle
As if like the timidly-driven cattle
the surety of death surely takes its toll.

The remnant of the self that was once human
Comes to this graveyard after eight scores of life
Nothing remains, least of all money and gold
That stand in this frightfully chilling cold
and gradually yet painlessly drives inside the knife.

In all likeliness, you’ll avoid abandoning the ship
While I stand reminiscing about the days of yore
There’s something that goes in while I stay out
Questioning what this game is really all about
while these shadows wonder what lies in store.