discrepancies

i can sense your heartcrush
of dormant dread regret.
my skin can touch the petticoats of
flowers long since dead. solemn bright sides in the air
and a vengeanceful of evening prayers.
it's like looking through a telescope and watching us play among the stars.
how close together we look, yet how far apart we actually are.
i recognise it anywhere.
and don't you dare think i havent been here before.
there's still fresh earth under my nails
from the last time i dug out
the telephone rings, rings, and stays silent

no,
what i really want to say is,