when your whisper is loss

Let me sing you the song of my loss
And the how the narrative of my life lost her footing and faltered
When for a whisper of a moment
I was lost

I see that future stretched out before me
for a moment
knowing how incapable I would be
for a moment
for a whisper of a thought
and how the world
my world around me would shift
alter my paradigm view
significantly
capably
but for a moment and a whisper of a thought
to ride out of the darkness
like the dark hero
in a novelette

but I have been kissed by the floor before
and I know that
the sun also rises
but that cold hard feeling in the deep pit of my consciousness
stole over me and all I could see was that time of great alone that we try to put off
for as long as we can
dancing only alone with that darkness
and how I missed you in that narrative
to dance with me in that stolen lost narrative
whispering the future to my pillow

race home to me
below those blazing night lights
on that hard road made for you
shouting the names off the map
I watch your slow crawl up my little square of google maps