I take roads much longer to travel in my heart hoping they lead to you.
I find remnants of your heart splatters whenever I'm not looking for them.
it seems you and I are born of the same dust and find our wells full of inkstains and heart scrawls
yet, nothing to drink from; nowhere to float down and settle over each other, like the coming home seen in true love's stardust trails written in the heavens
You are also impossible to leave in any intangible way Your soul speaks my language your heart beats my song, your ink draws mirrored designs on my heart spaces
We fall on barren landscapes carried away by the current and swirls of this life
I still hold the promise of the next in my hands waiting for ashes to ashes and finally dust resting on dust.