is this karma calling?

i see my reflection in your eyes
a glaring stranger in disguise,
the swallowed token in a diner's 
jukebox.

do you remember me?

this lasting impression drifts,
and here i am half accepting who
you are. it's the piercing lore 
that ignites my developing doubt.

where is the light?

the duskiness fogs my receptors
and weariness waltzes with wonder.
speak to me like you used to.
meet me at the edge of consummation,
sunrise continues to collide with
my moon's waning dreams.
an intuition impaired,
a constricting chase to familiarity.

the unanswered clamour of
coaxing confessions, letters left
on tongues trained to harvest
amnesia. i don't want to return
to that zygote, and yet here i am
gradually recreating history.

who am i?

touch me with your calloused 
memory between ribs and flesh,
hasten the perilous pathway of
its vengeance and smirk and bask
and revel in my remorse.

a song lost on the battlefield
of yesterday, minefields strewn along
darkened intentions, silhouetted 
sorrys basset on the horizon, and
the early birds are glutted.

heartlessness and retribution 
richochets in these trenches
built by the shovel called loss,
time and toxicity.

can you break my heart?
can you forgive me?

there aren't many footsteps left
in me, and these worn soles
have already caused irreparable 
incisions, i am unrecognizable.
grief remains botched under 
scapel of promise.

masks are the penalty.
reciprocity the sentencing.
the mirror melds with
illusion. the price of
absolution is the golden rule
and the cycle continues...
and the coin lays rusted 
in its prized abyss

will i ever find peace?
will life ever again be complete?