...And Pitched It Poem by Andrew Chavez

In such a mutual transgression of frustrating events, we went our separate ways.

Always shaking hands and giving the kiss on our cheek.

Leaving such a distance to be determined by our next meeting.

I feel like I’ve been ripped apart by your snarling teeth and mouth. Have I been lead down the wrong path?

Have we all been lead down the wrong path? The wrong way? Who is to say?

A flash of green light seeps down the eyes of the corridor. Oh, have you seen them? Oh, have you seen them? Oh, have they seen us?

Everyone has said that success is the only way. Yet, for those who have yet to reach success, what are they?

Another day you have decided to sit here and await your return.

The biggest lie we may say, is that we know the right way.

The bridge ahead is the only way to go.

It suspends us all.

If I walk ahead, I fear I won’t meet you along the way. I can’t keep up with the pace. We are only based on that. The idea of fear. Of not living up to what we are destined to be.

This is but a love story between two ghosts. Two harrowing, spiral, spaces that have spaced the others away from eachother.

You have to save the world all by yourself?

I could never