seven years and the whistle of a train and you’re gone. flighty at the crossroads. we were heaven, once.
sitting cross-legged at the helm, smiling at the atmosphere. what happened to the sound of waves falling down? it’s all silent but the thunder, now. wrapped up in a blanket. resent. remorse. finding all the edges dulled.
candles burned away, marring the surface. the world stopped when you fell off it, left me here to dangle in the ashes. your footprints are everywhere and i’m still searching for the exit. waiting for the wind to blow it down. change the patterns. dazzling as you always were.
like the first taste of rain falling on thirsty ground.