When Jack Tries

When Jack Tries


I have loved and longed in such a vast way. Held such things with a patience that should be questioned. Such deep wells that I never dare expose to you, my world.

And as you walk away, one and all, my heart empties. My soul sheds it's burdens. Sheds it's loss. My well threatens to cover my feet. To flood my dry ground. My foundation. My life.

I am alone. A river, a man, and his temptation.

There has never been a way to contain it. I always knew it would eventually find me. Always knew it would beckon me home.

This place I reside. This place to which I return. Is like a centuries old, empty church. Filled to the breath, or breadth, with humanity. Walls saturated with faith, tears, loss, hope.

I play my piano here. My notes added to the walls.

If I had one wish, it would be for a whisper, or maybe a kiss on the cheek.

My eyes are never dry. Merely my longing.

It's not that you will never know. It's that you will never care.