Words Underlined - Jesse Marchant

Past the strain, fever crushed

I woke to human sound

An empty street

Loneliness, a fire going out

I feel estranged

From all the world around

The feeling’s grown

I feel I’m letting go

Down the street

At once where worlds collide

And light you alone

In an effort strained

I stopped to find the line

Best ends the poem

Where were you

When all of this was fucked

And on it’s side?

Those words are underlined

In your part, you were a wreck

You were one foot back

Counting and weighing the odds

You were wrong for it love

There was something there

Now erased to black

With the wrongful act

Of your one lit half

You can’t rely on me

To straighten you away

Now the weight

Of all that’s fallen down

Is mine alone

I see the way

You watched your walk

Of blindness find a home

Well I know that change

To let become as right

What is known

I’ve seen that letting go

And in the parting wreck

You were a wounded lamb

You couldn’t win in the odds

All your mournful love

Into some thin air

While I was away in the aisles

In a wanderlust

In the sunlit air

I saw a light on you

But it faded away