I don’t bleed for you
Burn or in weeping fall like rain
With closed eyes or with headwinds sway
But like stars glistening
With night sky coldly watching
I am reminded
And think of you often
In a bright minded sort of way

I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december

With nothing to offer
but my own confusion,
I wandered through the night

Holding you close
while letting you go,
a darker prophecy claimed the light

The end came too soon,
the beginning was dead,
all connection torn and lost

In the distance to cast
our last lot to goodbye,
redemption—the true cost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)