darling if you just let me hold you, I'll never hurt you. there's a wind that comes through here, and carries the voices of a thousand souls. the smell of a thousand people, dirt, lilac, spice, shampoo, roses, peaches, sea spray. there's a town in the trees, things happen, strange things. love and pain and art and ****** and secrets and poetry. the hair on your head ruffled just by one wind, the one wind running through the town and the trees, the wind that carries the breath and smells of a thousand people. a wind that carries the voice of a preacher living in his own sin and gin and dirt under his nails. dirt of the ****** he buried in the name of the Lord. a wind that carries the screams of woman losing her child, the scream of a woman who brings another child into the town in the trees. the same wind brings your voice to me and the same wind brings the smell of your peppermint after shave and spicy breath of ***** and ***. the wind you followed into the sea on a boat that was lost forever to me. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I don't know how to follow the wind after you, I wish I could for I need you to watch the way I make art after a drink and a smoke or a soft sober moment we share. it doesn't need to make sense, only to you and me to watch scorpio sting and squirm in the sky, stuck. the tiny collection of stars we love and tattooed on the skin of our scarred wrists. you'd hold me and kiss the inside of my thumb, telling me it was the way it should be until I threw down the things you loved most. you forgave me but left, though I begged you not. and then the boat and the sky and the earth and the waves consumed you and I lost the thing I loved the most and can't take back and I won't take it back for it was beautiful and the tattoo on my wrist will fade and distort but the love I have will not.