i will dissolve
into every window i’ve never looked through
into the faces i passed and never asked their names
i will wear their voices
like wet fabric
and let their lives
press salt into my skin
i will walk
barefoot into the golden streetlight
where shadows kneel quietly
beside electric trees
i will open my ribs
and let the evening pour in
i will not be me
not only
i will bloom
inside the laughter of someone i’ll never meet
who once kissed someone i never will
and still
i will mean it
i will sit beside oceans
as her
as him
as the child still learning how to cry
and in each breath
i will carry
the hunger
to feel it all
i will speak
in unfamiliar tongues
to moons that do not rise for me
and still say
yes
i will press my fingers
into the dusk
until it softens
and teaches me
how to vanish gently
i will love
like a stranger
like a thousand strangers
each with different hands
and hearts that end
too soon
i will rise
carrying cities
and regrets
and a boy who once drew birds in the dirt
i will rise
and walk into the last light
wearing every name but my own
and just before the clock splits
i will
finally
be.
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 8:13 AM UTC
i will dissolve
into every window i’ve never looked through
into the faces i passed and never asked their names
i will wear their voices
like wet fabric
and let their lives
press salt into my skin
i will walk
barefoot into the golden streetlight
where shadows kneel quietly
beside electric trees
i will open my ribs
and let the evening pour in
i will not be me
not only
i will bloom
inside the laughter of someone i’ll never meet
who once kissed someone i never will
and still
i will mean it
i will sit beside oceans
as her
as him
as the child still learning how to cry
and in each breath
i will carry
the hunger
to feel it all
i will speak
in unfamiliar tongues
to moons that do not rise for me
and still say
yes
i will press my fingers
into the dusk
until it softens
and teaches me
how to vanish gently
i will love
like a stranger
like a thousand strangers
each with different hands
and hearts that end
too soon
i will rise
carrying cities
and regrets
and a boy who once drew birds in the dirt
i will rise
and walk into the last light
wearing every name but my own
and just before the clock splits
i will
finally
be.