"...I want so desperately
to be finished with desire,
the rushing wind, the still
small voice."
~Boston, Aaron Smith
You're finished with desire
And the desire finishes you.
I seek to articulate loss
of what I never had,
never owned,
of what was never mine to begin with.
I cannot own time,
nor moments spent together.
Seconds slip through my memory,
fade away,
until they finally disappear.
I want to be done with it:
this all-consuming desire,
before it is done with me--
before it finishes me.
But I am already burning.
U can't finish it.
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