Slipping on Spilled Time

In a world where

my subconscious

is still figuring you out;

still yet to stumble on the road

my open eyes have seen.

My mind drifts into a hazy night.

I attach the swirling wind

like wheels,

to your memory

but the engine has stalled in my chest

and refuses to let you go.

I’ve released my desires

when I discovered them
clinging to dandelions.

I threw my last two cents

into an obscure well

that dwelled so strangely,
deep and dark beneath a land
that hope surrounds.

But how can I rid my dreams

of your haunting stride?

If only I could find the soil

where I buried my pride

and dig up each treasure

saved for a faraway decade;

Treasures that turned out to be

necessities
 I’ve been starving without

 each day along the way.

Perhaps I could drink

Some witch’s poisoned brew,

But that would surely

Slip my thoughts even further back

To the precious time I spilled with you.

I guess I’ll just have to let

My dreams find a way

To finally understand

I let go

a long time ago

I let go

of  yesterday's fickle love
and the past's cold hand