Broad-shoulder'd I,
stride amongst the ruins,
of what I had bled.

Brush off the ashes,
of love letters burn'd,
and dreams torn apart.

I clasp unto my own hand,
guide myself through the thorns.

You were not there.

I washed away,
the devices you left,
upon my mirrors and walls.

I took the punches,
display'd as trophy,
of my victory over grief.

I conceal'd the tear as it fell,
and smil'd like it didn't hurt.

You were not there.

Each day I float away.
Amongst the stars of forgetting.
Through the universe we marvel'd at.
Dissolving away my love into the cold.

I was the star that burn'd for you.
You were not there.

the miles are wide
wider than my mind can imagine
different sands between your toes
same sky as your hat

when you sleep
i wake,
when you walk the streets
i warm my sheets

not too long
you will be away
not too long
will i be alone

but how does it seem
somehow
that this time
this distance
is drawing a line in the sand
of lover or friend
is to be cast in stone
forever

how will you see me?
when you feet touch home?
how wil your heart feel?
when you inhale me?

absence
maybe
a decider
maybe
a destroyer

sometimes
you feel close
and i think that i know you
but i dont