Maybe Poem by Emaleth Eternity

Returning again to the patterned sequence
Of insignificant tasteless moments
Praying for a soft breath of change
to come dripping down from my fingers.

whispering the words that have no substance
'I love you', 'I leave you' in between
two handfuls of coloured medicaments
as if he never was really present
all glassy-eyed in medically induced wonders.

He forgets my name.

Staring through the window pane as the storm gathers
somewhere far away breaking the silence.

Frozen in a bubble of familiarity, wishing he'd be here
and make a difference

It's almost funny what life comes down to on a night like this
As I sit and feel myself breathe out and breathe in.

Funny how...
even if days drag to their weary ends most of the times...
time still passes way too fast

In a blink of an eye, in a drunken haze
as I reached out to hold his hand
and clutched the molecules of air
He said: 'don't you know, silly, every story
has to have an end'

Feebly whispering I asked:
'Why not a happy one'

And the ugly smile scarred his
occasionally pretty face
In what is probably a silly little game
he blows a curl from his forhead
'what again was your name'

Here again, with a string of maybes
as another storm gathers again
as I count my breathe-outs and breathe-ins
And take another handful of pills

Thinking as they dissolve
Halfway to my stomach

Maybe this one...
will make a difference
and paint me a world
where I still can have
A faint trace of substance