March 7, 2011

Concentrate

I cannot concentrate with your eyes on my skin
I can show you anything you want to see
Tell me what it is you want

Just for a passing of time, I walk to the spot where you kissed me first
An overlook of the river which is now flooded from the storm
Somehow collapsing into the dirt, every root is trying to prove that it is connected to tree above
I've been keeping tabs on the footprints over this walkway
Pressed into the misted wooden bridge with the imprints of your shoes, they look how I feel
Forced pressure by the pale soles of your feet

I picture you and I being more then we now are
You don't need to be sorry
It was I that tore this tree down
You had planted its seeds
Nurtured its roots
I climbed its branches, and you joined me for a long while
Until I broke it down
Torn every limb to the ground
Hoping you would chase me with a closed fist full of new seeds
A newer tree to plant for our years to come

You only fell, though
Beneath this bridge
Under the stump
Next to the roots
Trying to prove you're connected to the tree

I can feel your eyes on my skin
Peering upward from the ground
I told you I could show you anything
What is it you want to see ?
I'm trying to concentrate
Trying to remember what it felt like when you kissed me first.