I often stared into empty spaces

searching for some piece of art

trying to listen 

to what the dreaded silences spoke

I'm guilty of laughing half heartedly

while my mind wandered elsewhere

Waiting for someone 

to invade me with their deepest secrets

I've traced journeys

from the unbecoming to becoming

I've watched their eyes and tongues

tell different stories

I've witnessed the broken

and the healed

and I've witnessed the strength in their recovery

I could walk you through the wilderness

in the blinding city lights of the empty street

I could pick words out of your sealed lips

and hear your heart race from a distance

I could pen your thoughts down

as I run my fingers through your hair

So I'm afraid the ordinary doesn't amuse me

I can't fill the empty spaces between your fingers

but I will fill the gaps in your soul

I will leave you whole

without so much as a crack in me

Then I will let you watch me

waltz my way back home

But your heart will ache

because you'll see a piece of paradise walk away.