someone once asked me
“how will i haunt you when
you’re in the arms of others?”
and i couldn’t reply
as his words were blazed
across the crimson landscape
of my soul
and now i hear those same whispers
coming from a place that
he could never touch
as he faded
into nothingness,
almost forgotten
except for a few words scribbled
into the backs of dead trees,
an occasional thought,
glance,
i can now answer him
and say,
“you won’t”