A Strange and Wild Thing

Don’t remember what it feels like
to hold a feeling deep within
the chambers of my heart
don’t know what it means
to speak a soft word
to an expectant ear
don’t seem to recall
the sweet taste
of lips opening up to mine

What are we without these things?
a mere fragment in a machine
a cog unpolished
a string left untied flapping in the wind
something borrowed
and something too blue
that fades back into the sky
an upward end
a dissolving of something
too wild