you are seethrough

as they say
the dust will never really still.
the ropes will still begin to get
longer and longer
and the slack will fall victim
to the waters cold depths
until retrieval is no longer
an option.

empty lots with no street lights
just at passing glances
and stomachs drop without
a hill in sight.

you'd like to try
but you believe there is only
an opposing force.

feet go numb,
entire legs ache.

everything you see
is a haunting
and it's starting to get
unbearable.

the road forks now
in many different directions and not
just two.
some roads are inhabited
and others desolate.
your feet are on their own
and they gravitate towards
desolation
when your mind crawls towards
civilization.

something that started as your biggest
enemy
that became one of your best friends,
now burns a bridge, and see what happened,
we are back to the beginning.
and your enemy, he laughs
straight in your face for all the times
he has done wrong.
two times now it has been
a life breaker
and will continue to eat away at lifelines
until the end of time.

you are done, you hope
with this,
a finality.
and though the stream will continue,
untouched by you,
the fire will continue to burn
when you call upon it.

at this crossroad,
your mind is racing, still.
you will forever wonder
where all the people must have gone
for excuses never should exist
and doors will forever be closed.

at this crossroad,
the dust swirls into figures and
micro bursts,
and your eyes follow their path.
you don't want to follow them
because they run down a road
similar to the one behind you,
but at the same time
you like the way things look
down that road.