the reason.

I searched every place
my heart and eyes would carry me,
the highest carriages
the lowest spaces
beneath my feat.

I looked forward through time
and back through dying,
ashen remnants of the past
inside and outside
of all that had ended and
all that might last.

I remembered every word
that rolled of your tongue,
like rhythmic waters,
a babbling brook.
dead lust
and silent fuss.

I gave re/dance to every song
that had ever moved us
like loose limbs
in a timid breeze
a hope to cling to
a lie, believed.

I searched through the words
you put to paper
promises,
in black and white.
Mementos of the thrill
and the fight.

Eyes open
or clicked to my cheeks,
lids flushed down
and wet with the stench
of wholesome tears,
I could not find the way,
No good or bad season,
I could not hold down the reason.

Jason Christopher Johnson
December 6, 2013