Pedestal

They look at each other
One of them just stepped off the pedestal but they’re not sure who
So they’re not sure what to say...
He kicks the pedestal over and smiles
They both laugh
She stands up the pedestal and invites him up to stand
As he proceeds to climb the pedestal, she shoves him aside and jumps up
She then strikes a pose and sticks out her tongue
After a moment of admiration she steps down and it hurts him to see.
They swap places
He poses. He pauses. He looks down and realised if she were to kick the pedestal he would fall and it would hurt too
He steps down, kicks over the pedestal and smiles
They both laugh.
After a while he then realised he is miserable
He pulls a gun to his head
Just to do it
Just to feel the cold steel
He realises she has done so too
One of them did so first but they’re not sure who
She drops and kicks away the gun and smiles
They both laugh
He  picks up her gun and invites her to use it
She is not sure if he’s serious...

The long walk

A distant wall
I try talking to it. A week passes. The home no longer stands.
I tap. I wait. I leave. I walk
Through the cool evening. I walk so slowly the people don’t realise I’m passing by
I was alone and happy
I am not alone now so sad
I think of you but hate the surface talk
I wonder which of our steps made us slip in to the depths of the lake
I wonder what changed when I saw you wet
When I heard your lone voice without it drowning through the noise of others
We could leave the kids to squabble and learn how to interact with each other
We could scream into the night
We could sit in silence
We could dry each other off slowly
... Or we could jump back in to the lake

- Sleeps

Context

The language of our soul has no concept of context.
I have found.
No intent, just resonance.
The most content and/or invigorating.
I pull these words out of context and you with them
In a time where the dominant philosophy is romanticism
Which has a higher importance than love itself
You asked me if it was enough
...
It is not
...
I’m not sure I ever intended it to be.
As I lift these words, I lift myself too out of context
To play as a soul
And as I recover mine
I realise
I miss you

- Sleeps