ellipsis

crystalline patterns making notes in
the surface of this baby blue dream:
singing to me, silently, the way you
used to, lips parted, barely showing

every part of this habitual paradise
is reminiscent of your dim features

when did this begin? transversely
will this ever have a happy ending
and the diamonds fall from the sky
clinking as they hit the concrete beneath

i erase every part of you, your
words that stay in my heart, burning
like the fire you torched the red
petals with after prom night

(i am that country road, dark like
death, but illuminated like heaven
pulling together sounds, smells,
lights, burnt ends and tires

and you are the big city street
i intersect with, the crashing noise
of wheels versus pavement versus
your heart versus my heart versus

the rain that falls eloquently beneath my feet)

"i know i am an asshole, but
i hope you would never stop
being my friend ..." - but now
i leave the ellipsis to you