i’m going to try and stop you from running away
though I KNOW that won’t be the case
as water budges, so will the fish within
even I cannot stay your hands and helium eyes

severing cords upon cords of unearthed roots
you saw upon it the last of the raining season
so far late had been the day today
as if it were to never conclude, begin anew, tiring you

however, vacancy in the eyes holds again—
smite in the soul, quaint and unending;
if you left this hour, I would be so fearful as to think
nobody would notice a thing had been misconstrued

and nobody had—
you fell upon your ideas
left with the milky way
bleaching the horizon for minutes and nothing more
nothing less