dry bones

Ghosts
that have faces
but no eyes
whisper secrets
you thought no one knew.

Nostalgia
tinged with melancholy
about a time that was
but now will never be.

Heavy hearts that sag
and feel the weight
of actions taken
then regretted;
the past, a frozen thing
unalterable.

Places in the heart
lost and waiting,
take my hand
and lead it towards the light;
a truth outside the truth
always lost.

Dry bones
out in the desert
still searching
for that water.

I don’t know
who you are
so I try to face you
unflinchingly
and to make you feel
not ashamed.

Dry bones
out in the desert
still searching
for some love.

– matt at shadow of iris

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