You found me
the way fire finds the parched
forests of California.
You caressed me
the way waves caress the crumbling
coast of every once-great
Mediterranean city.
You whispered
like the wind whispers sandstorms
across the Sahara Desert.
You wept
water-like into the fissures of my
foundation
and froze
until I crumbled;
until I became a memory of myself;
a phantom limb;
a shadow in the dark.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
You found me
the way fire finds the parched
forests of California.
You caressed me
the way waves caress the crumbling
coast of every once-great
Mediterranean city.
You whispered
like the wind whispers sandstorms
across the Sahara Desert.
You wept
water-like into the fissures of my
foundation
and froze
until I crumbled;
until I became a memory of myself;
a phantom limb;
a shadow in the dark.
