And now there is no vestige No trace, no artifact Of what once was behind us Where time won't circle back. A decade or a century? A lifetime thrice, perhaps. Each cycle different versions Though the bones remain in tact.
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.