Narrow Straits

i want to mute the scene

stop the clocks, turn them off

and feel your silence

shut their mouths, block my ears

and i wanna hear

of some way or down and out

and all else is separation

my watches when you heave

for the last

in a conscious moment

i could live in uncertain regret

here in the past

my choose blanks memories and more

you clearly made me think that i had something to live for

buried in the dirt

so I will dig and pull the fleet

for once I believe

and may you pray for me

our worlds ran parallel

an indefinite promise to meet

divided

and a colored frustration

as i enter the vault you breach

unsubsided

hit firm