sun it feels like years
since you've been gone
on the last mile home
I carried it close:
your heart
everything
seemed possible
then
I wake to the sound
of cockatoos screeching
you leaving
a burning coconut and elderflower candle
slowly melting like ice
the emergency crews
scrambling on ladders
rigging up power lines
the highway
breathes
you leave
the ice
slowly melts
out the back of Lawless
I think
I can touch the sun
you say:
do you want to run away to Norway?
years it feels like years
everything: the sun, your heart, the ice
I don't know what the fuck I'm saying
ReplyDeletelovely poem
seems like years
since you've been here