A return to the small voice

Life was too short for wasted dreams
Once upon a time
And space was something we needed.

There was a time when we tore the sky apart.
I remember it well.

We would gallivant pleasantly with the stars
Held above our heads
Dismembered and pulsing
Like so many beating hearts

Life was too short for wasted dreams
That time.

Yes, there was a time when we were champions.

And I remember when you told me that you couldn't get enough
Of my sort of madness.
And that was love,
a human bond.

We were once
Companions
Who would change the core of the world.
You were the finger
And I was the pearl.

That thought dissolved
In so many layers of decency

Torn apart and broken down
We changed inside.

Now what are we?

I guess I'll tell you where I am.

Silent.

We are,
Two. Falling leaves.
In an autumn breeze.
Disconnected from our tree
And each other.

Now we are forgotten to ourselves.
We have returned to smallness.
A small voice, and small ways.

Sometimes the past holds the unruly sword
And we forget that we have armed it so.
We were mutilated by our selves
You and I, we are to blame.

- On missing someone.
© Ephraim Luwemba