Surfeit with darkness
Clouds are sponges
Soaking up the
Night

[10W]
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 1/17/2020

sometimes I forget who I was before I met you
Because after you I didn’t want to be me anymore.
And I was dumb because I believed you when it was really
always just "I love you until I find the next best thing"
your face was always flushed from sprinting and I still want to know
If the breathlessness; the ache to your lungs was worth the chase
you always said the next best feeling always seemed miles away;
I’ll never forget the smell of candy melted saccharine
Something sugar sweet drips from your lips
I asked you what euphoria tastes like and you didn’t answer.
I guess that means it was better than me
And I hope it was but
at least I was real

And you know, I guess the truth is, I still think about you every day
And I don’t mean this in a cliche
Pink and glitter heart shaped box; superficial romance kind of way
I mean I still think about you every day
When I roll my sleeves down to hide scars
that I can still picture your face behind and
I still think about you every day because its winter
And the sun is suffocated by overcast clouds;
The way the world was when you were around.

Untethered at times
but, only in short
spurts do you sprint.

I see you,  grazing the
sweetgrass-edges, green and lush;
such a perfect circle
you carve--

Peg, spiked in dry dirt;
the clanking hobble, has you
starved.

Dragging chain, uprooting succulents
scraping bare the dry ground
while beautiful, unfenced;  is
the grassland-  all around

You were built to be wild, love..  

    Wild.