been a long time since I've wrote,
when the cherry trees dropped their blooms,
and we'd scooped up the dew with the angels,
the find the moment of sighs,
and realized
the bridge we'd never crossed.
To wait for morning,
or the morning you expect,
An errand for an old man looking across frozen waters,
Late October days that held breathless jade skies against the horizon.
Rain and diminishing storms asking for dissolution,
is this the way we let ourselves evaporate
to a kind stranger?
Under a shared pain you were discovered,
or. a. shared. island.
sanity in the pain and madness,
your presence in raw sadness
and anger,
red tears,
fear, fire. regret for the ire I never set in stone.
I look at the cold ground and lick the char in the underground.
my blackened dreams are full of flight.
Escape, haunted houses, rotted confused staircases burst into ten-thousand black butterflies
A place to lick blood and set alight the whining bookended whistles of the day.
one chance, to more walk alone in the lands to pave stones and walk home
to say goodbye and hello
to hate and love the power
to let go.
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