I was going to ask you, but I lost my train of thinking.
Thinking...
continuous...
my interruption
...not train of thought.
Thought evaporates first...
fast...
my impatience
fades with childhood once known--
that which you tore from my grasp.
I do not feel the pain of
asphalt
a thing forgot,
but my present?
sweat
My "thinking?"
steel
Steal? Stolen,
by the force of
you
pushing,
hurt
shoving...
pain
Gone.
And so I ask you now,
silhouette of a dark sun,
hurt.
confused
Same.
different...?
There is time!
can it change...?
We must.
if only...
Us...
two...
No more to share
to know...
the truth.
hush...
The sound of silence.
No!
My tale...
not to be told.
it lives.
it dies!
A new question:
Why?
A plea:
No!
A cry:
Stop!
...why?-no!-stop!...
No answer.
Silence...
grows
death...
spills
soft.
hard.
No, please!
I beg, am begging--
You stop.
...have left.
gone.
There is no longer a train of will think.