a number of days and counting
till im sent off to war
fought between ink stains and forgotten words
and I’m standing at your door
to ask for one more
under blazing stars and supernovas
with our fingers intertwined
and your laugh on my lips

in this
i am remembering
what the truth is
within beginning

In the moment
everything is fleeting
and while a flame unfolds
from my frozen hands
a glimpse of  
a shimmer of
the end
rises with the horizon

yet you turn with a smile
greeting the morning
giving me the footsteps
of your becoming
leaving me
one last promise



and so i remained
waiting for your return
but then I realized
my obsession with beginnings
stems from the fear
that all i am comprised of
is endings

and so
i am letting go of the idea
that i must be empty
to be filled