Elucidating Questions

If illuminating one was the goal

Undone

The never ending road we travel on

Just one more cog in the wheel turning neverending

Feeling like we’re left out of the story

We tell of him untold undone unseen

Just whispering whisperings into the net and trying to see what comes out

What comes out?

And this never ending story doesn’t seem to know or rather won’t accept that it’s over and done with

The damage is done

Nothing changed but he chose

He chose anyways

And beyond the realisation that Astoria was never even in the running

Merely an anecdote on a page in a margin

Something unseen by eyes, undone by invisible ink

Just another drop of ink

Has there ever been so much writing with so little ink used?

And yet more unseen by no one as we wait silently for judgement by one

If only he were still here

If only they were

And yet it never comes

And damn it it never comes

To these pleading eyes unseen the saying of silence

And silence is as this is after all silence itself

Never spoken by anyone these words are unspoken

Merely dripped inkless into the web

Would I even speak them were one there?

Hello I love you

Can I take all your pain?

Or something similar there said

Unwittingly no

Would there even be words to say were one there?

Rather they be lost forever

Rather unseen

Rather undone in time

Unendingly unknown