Highest Regard

Sprawled across my table you’re
a tear short of being a delicacy
so to save you for later
I bring out the cage I built
on my stale, spare days
and I paint silver roses on it
and swallow the key

I fall to my knees
lips ready to kiss the stone
your hair in the breeze
I’m ready to be all alone

If there was any thought that I wanted to worship
any thought at all
It’d be the thought of you floating, through the air
fresh soil and morning wind and the flying curtains
because everything you crawled through
held you in the highest regard

I followed the path that we
walked through on that dead day
through the forest I ventured
to places never traveled and
pathways never seen or heard from again

I stumbled upon someone pretending to be you
a graven image left of the afterthoughts, I’m sure

If there was any thought that I wanted to worship
any thought at all
It’d be the thought of you floating, through the air
fresh soil and morning wind and the flying curtains
because everything you crawled through
held you in the highest regard

I fall to my knees
lips ready to kiss the stone
your hair in the breeze
and we’re both alone
Pretending to be you
she floats through the evening
I want to follow her down
but I can’t even move

If there was any thought that I wanted to worship
any thought at all
It’d be the thought of you floating, through the air
fresh soil and morning wind and the flying curtains
because everything you crawled through
held you in the highest regard
Everything that I crawled through
just to hold you
in the highest regard

2 thoughts on “Highest Regard

  1. This is truly beautiful. It brings tears to my eyes. At the risk of suggesting something off colour, I say that whatsoever you spread upon your table you should dig in and eat. That is how you show your gratitude for the gift you were given – by appreciating all of the gift, the insides and the wrapping it came in. Swallow your pride and keep it locked down. And there inside of your heart, your pride will find it’s true love tonight. Inside of your heart is where she/i/we hide from the light.

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