Before

There’s only quiet before the fall

So why do I still feel the pain at all?

Of pavement against my back

Of the aching rhythm of wrath

I’ve been patient and silent and hoping 

I’ve wondered at this life I’m devoting 

Is this the sound, the song of my slowing,

Or am I just lonely?

I know I can’t pity the pain of my devotion 

I know can’t ignore the sigh of emotion 

But with this stain on my heart seeping into the cracks

I’m still waiting for the climax

The ark of crescendo 

The pain to diminuendo

Where have you gone?

Why can’t I come along?