“Stolen Moments” ❄️
The lovely things are hidden away
I’m not sure where they go
after the wires and circuits get crossed
shooting signals to an unfamiliar place
behind the brain,
where a heartbeat dims against a warm ear.
I cannot recall your face
your lovely face,
that face is distorted now
and the rage,
misshapes smiles and lovely words
cutting synapses off to my hands and feet,
it hurts to walk
nothing tangible lives here anymore
in the distance,
in the miles of trauma.
I ride neurons of vandalism
crimes committed on vivid memories,
these lovely memories take a detour
to a moment in time that somehow exists
in an existence that lives without you.
It is cold in here,
it snows often,
in the distance
behind my mind,
I sit in a cabin
in the middle of a snowstorm
watching out the window for you
but you never come,
the lovely things
they never come.
It only snows.
Poem by: Tierney Chapman