Tell me so that you may
Keep me or cast me
Off to a place where I can
Forget, forgo
A life of missing you.

In me, you are quiet now,
The silence in the snow.
if only I could keep you there
So flowers could not grow.

Leave me please.
Leave me in this last way.
Remove every shard-
Even the ones that will bleed me,
Leave me gasping like the wake of a severed limb.
Take the parts of you that are no longer Distinguishable from the parts of me,
So I might heal around the edges
Or unravel one last time.

For months I dreamed, (or so it seemed)
That I had lost Orion.
Eyes to the skies on summer nights,
Across the dark horizon.
I raked the skies, the hidden lines
To find that midnight archer.
And yet the stars, silent and far-
Did seem to grow much darker.

Am I the void
Or one who feeds it?
The writer-
Or the one that reads it?
The whimper
Or the sigh that follows?
The hunger
Or the yawning hollows?

See you soon, December Moon-
But I will see him sooner.
Behind closed eyes, somewhere in time,
If sleep shall come to humor.

I kept the crescent in the sky
And held what was in both my eyes-
Swallowed back that last goodbye,
And focused where the sun would rise.