Old Friend

Sestina

the cold on her ear left an air of murmur,
conviction fuels fifteen steps bound
twists or turning, is too scared to hide rhythm.
a lovely place where warm wears do call home,
but this thing despair beats faith in her dream—
it pains until she's weak with tears.

in time, we hope she learns to mind her tears,
to quiet—that's the inhale of breath, like murmur.
please keep those needs tethered to a childish dream,
allow reality to comfort wants that bound
her to the sunset duties with loose ships at home;
yes, up and down and around they find that sweet rhythm.

that fear is so frail; i know she'll find a new rhythm.
as my mind clears, my watchful eye peers upon sad tears,
which leaves me as still as stone—i mean, i have a home.
personally, i'm glad it's finally silent from her murmur,
now that I am finally free to take without bounds.
i mean, i always felt like she was trying to live my dream.

flower petal, rose-gold design had a sheen like my dream.
a shaky twist upon my wrist gave me rhythm.
well, it's not my fault she never kept in bound;
at least i gave a pat and a napkin for those tears.
it may be too easy, but when i told—it was only a murmur—
she did it to herself, maybe its sad to have no home.

so i lean in—it's not my business, but i'm welcome at home.
i have all the keys to follow my dream.
i'm ahead; she's upset, but she better keep it to a murmur.
it was a little sad how shame kept her bound.
'its accountability, not your fragility,' so hold your tears.
of course, i watched with no care—i stay true to my rhythm.

everything done was meant to end her rhythm.
she was sad; we cared enough to call home.
it's not what she thinks—we wanted to spare her tears.
okay, i'll be fair, i wasn't liking her little dream.
i'm good with my archetype—it keeps me bound,
on the ground where i keep a ear out for her murmur.

i try to do what's best and stop their murmurs; i respond in a hum with no rhythm.
i have been bound to never speak of her home.
i just hope that maybe one day that dream may spare her tears.