A Silly Man

I have fallen

into alone.

I’ve lost myself

completely.

For her thoughts

that flutter through my mind

like many birds together

pulling me in different directions.

They all wish to chase my love

and find what she has made me.

What has she made me?

The birds stop in mid flight at my question.

Their uniformity startles.

As they begin to sing.

“Come see the silly man in love.

He thinks that she has made him.”

Can you hear the birds?

They’re laughing at me.

I’ve lost myself

in the wind of times gone by.

All I have are memories.

I’d truly treasure them,

if they were not killing me.

Strangled by the pain of longing,

I’ve swallowed the smoldering.

Someone please find my breath.

Someone help me breath.

She is my breath.

I miss breathing.

Not knowing her is death.

Not having her,

my misery.

Not being with her,

my test.

Can you hear the birds?

They are laughing at me.

“Come see the silly man in love.

He thinks that she has made him.”