Antelope island


we walked, out
sand, tall grass and nothing you wanted to say
you held my hand on the dead beach
nothing lives here
am i blind?
i loved you, i always love you
i apologize for being lazy, ironic finally
perhaps my place is established
inland winds of saline, why do we live here
(you always wanted me to be happy)
(you will never know how sorry i am)

or we don’t you will be gone tomorrow
(or you don't, you will be gone tomorrow)

I have never died so much
You thought about it and created a machine for me
With my name
You left me a part of us

logical, but heartbreak is hard to measure.
the little death.

i am lonely here.

without you.