Do Not Speak

“Do Not Speak” — 

I saw through my window

the moon shining tonight —

it felt like an invitation

to dance with the wind.

But the wind was too strong,

too wild to hold.

I cupped a puddle in my hands,

tried to cradle its shimmer

in the hollow of my palms —

but the water slipped

through my silk-thread fingers,

mocking my fate

as it vanished away.

I saw myself upon a trembling bridge;

each step I took

made its wooden bones shiver.

Its face was numb,

like mine —

lost between holding on

and falling through.

The memories fade.

We used to be together,

but now it feels

we are losing ourselves.

Do not speak —

I know what you’re saying.

Do not speak —

I already hear your thoughts.

Don’t tell me,

because the truth hurts.

As we die inside,

it frightens me —

all I can do is cry

while I stare

into the empty sky.

I am losing myself,

and it feels like

you’re letting go.

I am losing myself,

I am losing myself.

Our memories linger,

calling me back —

but it’s frightening,

because as they fade,

we fade too.

And I whisper to the wind:

please…

don’t let this love die.