A Subconscious Vow

I couldn't see you through the dusty
Wind that blew its mighty lungs
Across the canyon between you and I
In which a slight tension hung.

And when it died down,
I felt like a balloon tied down,
To the dirt by a weight of feelings drowned
In the river of silent tears
That meandered down below,
From where our feet were soundly anchored,
Yet our souls were free to go.

I could not make out the face that
I know you wore with intent,
It did matter to me at all,
For I simply refused to repent.

I did wish to change the end,
The end of what we had begun,
But I've long since dismissed
The painful desire to with you be one.

I turned with ease, away from
The laceration in the earth.
To stare at you was just not worth
The time it cost,
The time I had already lost,
The thick-thistled stem of death
That struck each time you were the
Subject my mind happened to cross.

And though I watched it not,
I heard with accurate precision,
The crumbling of the edge on which
Rested what was left of your blurry vision.

You fell, I am quite sure,
To the depths of my teary stream,
And never surfaced again to plague
Me with my hopeless dream.

I watched you sink to the river's bed,
Where you were put to rest in
My lonesome head.
This is good, for both you and I,
I pray you rest well as the clouds
Fly forever by.

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My eyes awoke from their soft slumber,
And I readied myself
For the day's attempt
Knowing full well of
The dream I had dreamt.

I knew its intention, and I
Understood it quite well,
I knew for a fact there was
Nothing left to tell.

Your presence is ghostly.
You are dead to me now,
I am immune to you, wholly;
My subconscious vow.