Fade

This is my last chance

To share myself with you before

You become a used-to-be,

A could-have-been.

But you prefer to sleep late

And bite your tongue.

Forgetting is such a dilatory process --

It seems you would rather expedite your evanescence

Into memory.

I am blistered from my awkward grip

On this world,

And I must watch impotently

As you slip between my knuckles.

My eyes moisten in frustration,

While yours are aimed elsewhere.

Reviews

[The Dreamer]

"My eyes moisten in frustration,
While yours are aimed elsewhere."
Wonderful write - but those lines touched me - i know how it feels , how badly it hurts when you try to make everything right and the other person is not even interested.