It’s been a long time since we spoke,
I’m tallying the days since you’ve gone,
Leaving me alone in this one-windowed skyscraper.
The pages are blank. The ink has dried.
So here I am, thinking out loud,
Hoping you will hear my voice.
The view from here is no good.
Your screeches have scorched the very skies
That homed your twinkling dreams,
That homed stars you yearned to reach.
The words of those who you hold dear
Are shut tight in the rusted cabinets.
The value of love is reduced to pennies here.
You promised me a heaven;
You said there will be freedom.
What irony befalls you and me:
Freedom’s price is imprisonment.
What did you want to free me from?
From the mountains that hugged me, protected me, anchored me?
From the oceans that danced with me, hummed with me, dreamed with me?
From the stars that inspired me, consoled me, comforted me?
Oh, their beauty, had wiped clean all my sorrows!
Do you remember that sweet song?
Can you hear our song, resonating within the walls of this abyss?
Or is that dying too, like everything else?
Do you remember how the naughty sand tickled me?
Oh! How I laughed, we laughed with careless abandon.
My laughter mingled with the melody: now that was heaven.
I dare say, we’re aren’t any closer to the promised land.
The vultures are closing in. The dogs of war are salivating.
I’m afraid, I may not be able to stay alive for long in here.
This is that place where everyone comes to die or to kill.
You’ve protected me within you
But I’m weighing you down for too long,
The colours of hope you’ve left with me,
Are no match for the walls you’ve imprisoned me in.
They’re fading into the pitch blackness.
I eagerly await your return
But if you cannot come back,
Then set me free.
I will wait for you in that very spot
Where we first fell in love with the stars.
I know, one day, you will find me.
And we will be happy again.