soft quilted nights surround my ruin
where a longing
still
and sweet
leads me here and there
beyond this place
where
quiet destruction reigns
was it me all along?
guiding me here
to my place among ghosts?
the familiar and friendly
the needy and wanting,
it’s all the same
we’re all the same
here,
me and my ghosts
waiting for lifetimes to bend
for us to free
and lifetimes to mend
but what becomes
then,
of these
soft quilted nights of my ruin
and
will you meet me here in my destruction?