In That Moment

Hold me in your arms
Just one more moment before you go
And in that moment, I’m sure I’ll know
All that moment could have been

Within that listing nuzzle:
A final breath,
A final beat

Each interrupted,
Incomplete,

Replacing in their dying space
New pulse and sigh interpolates

In that moment
I’m someone new
I am not me
You are not you
We entered lovers
Left as friends
Moment over as it ends

-Galwyn

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Hindsight

My hindsight’s 20/20
I’m going 20 over the limit
I can’t forgive you,
I can’t forget you
No reservations for residential

It seems that the spark,
Has gone from your words,
No longer reflective of the rearview

You weren’t as close as I thought
And yet, close enough
A floater or flare
Ever aware but can’t omit you
I can’t stop, but can’t hit you

Hindsights 20/20
But mind’s eye is feeble
When she swerves from the blind spot
And shatters my shield

As the basis blew out
Of that rattling speaker
Rain pattling beneath her
On my shortsighted fingers, wiping the weeper

-Galwyn

Inch

From an inch of my life
You saw but never see me
Eleven inches more
I crawl but you won’t receive me
Ten digits more
Which once ran through your hair
Two shoulders to shrug
No more burden to bear
Take what you want
And then take all the rest
From an inch of my life
Hear the pulse in my chest

-Galwyn

Cataract Headlights

Cataract headlights glisten
Your hand in mine
Over the motor I hear you just fine
While I sit here and listen

Cataract headlights squint
Below my loving smolder
Your head rests on my shoulder
View lost beyond the window’s tint

Cataract headlights blinded
I took your way, you – the highway
And as I look to your seat
I’m ever reminded

-Galwyn

Explanation

It finds its own migration
In my mind
No invitation
No common time
Or correlation
In drug-less
Recuperation
All of this
No explanation
Wanting love
Is mutilation

So take my nights
For contemplation
Take my tears
My dehydration
Take my chest
Before it caves in
From this searing
Aggrivation
Your voice
Is flagellation
Your goal
Is devastation
Turning words
To fornication
From my pain
You find elation

-Galwyn

Proceed

Like my breaths and like my words,
I ramble in your heed
Scrambling for some clever phrase
To vocalize my need
For whatever this feeling is,
Inside, which you have freed

My mind goes numb,
My message jumbles,
My head and heart and words all fumble
Yet from far within this nervous jungle
For your favor – I proceed
In your courtship – you succeed

-Galwyn