She left with nothing
But took everything

She danced on the rooftops with the moon to her back
Proud and shining on her elegant ballet
Whisps of fog entwined her shadowed figure
As she glided backwards with her final bourree, into the night
A secluded heart now followed her everglow light

Am I supposed to feel regardless?
As to whether the sun finds me well or not.
Or if the moon should find me at all.
I ask you for nothing save this.
Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear.
In what little time I have
That comes in like a soft breeze and curls upon a dune
Tell me a secret
Who do you want to love and who you do love
What that thought was you had that time
Beseech me with a memory I can tell the gods about
Something
Anything
To make me feel a little less regardless

what the hell
are you supposed to do
when living
makes you want to die

?