Why do I ache
For what crumbles

Why do I ache
For the
Rough
Touch
Of cement
Disintegrating beneath
Itself

It’s the story I long for
History
Life lived
Heart broken
New layers
New life

Where is the beauty
In my own
Destruction
Where is the
Rebuilding
The splash of color
Where is the
Texture
That brings me back
To myself
To life

Is it in your eyes
In your silence
Or is it in
The stirrings
And the rumbles
Of my gut
As I lie there
Breathing

I long for the
Movement
Of color and texture
Of aliveness
And a new coating
Against
The decaying
Walls of the
Me
I left behind