I’ve spoken of you
a number of times
but as soon as I thought
we were in ascent
I slid inside the mud

I’ve spoken of you
a number of times
but I guess
you never knew
how your childlike nature
brought joy to my heart
and made me smile
and made me want to speak of you
endlessly in the frame of
time

I’ve spoken of you
a number of times
but I slid inside the mud
when I found out how that posed a
threat to my pride

I’ve spoken of you
a number of times
still laced somewhere in the clouds
dreaming
a wanderer
questing about my consciousness
asking
what happiness you could’ve
brought
and I died