dusty pink and smoky green
and i'm nestled somewhere in between
the forest and the sky.
haunted corridors
no longer plagued
by the ghosts that roamed my mind.

it's mid-conversation i realise-
i'm here
and never leaving.
i'm taking up space.
i'm not sorry for it,
in fact, it leaves me beaming.

funny how ephemeral
my epiphany seemed,
in the field down by the lake.
feeling alive for the first time in years.
feeling alive and feeling awake.

blunt force cardiac trauma.
reoffend.
revisit.
relapse.
falling in love only lasts until
i can never see you again.

and here i lie.
listening to songs
that make me hurt
as though i wrote them.
sonic dissonance begins
to make perfect sense.
nightly routines become lonely
even though we were alone
when they began.

blankets of moonlight smother
smoke tendrils
as we sit
in silence.
struggling for sentences
that slip through our grasp.
occasional glances
that we hide away.
a sway in the dark.
a hark for some semblance of closeness.