I cannot forever be walking on this gravel,
This glass shingle
Grating beneath my bare soles.
A translucent beach
Of insurmountable rage
That I navigate warily
Fearing the tide.
And yet still I walk these well worn paths,
Tracing my ****** footprints
That mar the crystal beauty
Of this terrible coast.

That amber ember
Makes me want to stay in this room,
But I have to go, because it's
The smell of your perfume
A whisper through the trees,
A sigh from my bruised
And ****** please.
The holes in my shoes
Are from miles of trying to get away
From you.
But you're just a long-distance ghost,
The one, my only, the woman I loved most.