today is the first hot day in a while
moisture dews on my skin just walking,
but it doesn't weigh me down

i feel lighter than i have in a while
my hair is brighter, not from the sun,
but it's pink, orange, gold like a setting one
or a rising one
yes,
a rising sun

my phone was stolen the other night
and I had anxiety not being connected
or not being disconnected I guess

why am I warped,
wrapped up
in you,
and you,

just tread water,
like nothing
shifts, but everything        
           shifts, is fluid,
and drips
rain
down
this pane.

this pain
hits,
smacks, stains, and
lifts
red to strawberry cheeks,
blood wreaks
havoc, unfurled and blooming,
blotchy...

my tomb is
his apathy.

Dim, stormy silver skies,
then, a song,
and I am transported,
hiking through trees alight
with green fires
and rooted with dark veins
into soft malleable earth

I stood at a closed door,
its wooden surface
looked
smooth, interrupted
by grooves,
some deep, some shallow,
barely scratches.

I carefully traced my finger
across the maze,
hoping for a solution,
but my hand came back
stinging.

This pen is running
dry,
ink fading as I sit here
and write about you.

Suddenly,
a change
in direction of the wind.

I am moved with it,
but he is not.