Ariadne's Thread

 

Vacancy

A vacant stare

I look

you see

it tells you something

it tells you every thing

it leaves you crying

it leaves you with nothing

here we are

talking, walking, existing peacefully

turmoil

nothing

with nothing in common

nothing at all

but somehow, somehow, we are all linked by a common thread

A vacant stare

I look

you see

me

I saw you

we want

I need

we may never meet

we, may, nevermind

I try to talk

but it all dribbles out like sweat

nothing concrete

nothing sweet

nothing is right

you left crying

I tried

you laughed

I am left here dying

A vacant stare, it tells you every thing

things, you may not want to hear

things that might hurt

shooting needles through the heart

through the lucid skin

through the fragile eyes

torn apart

your face is in the dirt

wallow in the mire

your emotions are on fire

I was your only real desire

A vacant stare

if I knew

then maybe I could

should

would

maybe

maybe I'd tell you

future's uncertain

not much to tell

lower the curtain

I am

finished

done

obsolete

not complete

never was

without you

me

its all so frightening

lighting in the sky

high above the heavens

first time seeing

as a child

infant

fool

A vacant stare

I thought you were there

but when I looked again

turned away

turned back

you had disappeared

A vacant stare

don't you dare

hurt me

this time

with your lies

and deceit

had enough

look at me in the eyes

not out the window

loot at me

can't you see who I am?

just look and say you love me

with a vacant stare

you were beyond compare

hold me

whisper

touch me

heal me

lift me up

whisper

just whisper my name

A vacant stare

tomorrow might be

different

could be the same

its not clear

it won't ever will

just reach out

and touch me

with your vacant stare

for now

at least

for now

I can feel you

in my arms

for tomorrow, if

it is cold

at least

the very

least

I can remember

the warmth today

the sun in a sea of bitterness

with just a taste of

your

vacant stare

Peter W. Caton April 1994