I was a casket, heavy
with memories fading into stupor
I refused to decipher words
that once let me hold blue
and name green
in a shade of blood orange, skies.
We walked —
I floated through gravel,
tears soaking my feet
beside your resting head.
I wept in silence,
for no one was meant to hear.
No one dared
to comfort the hollow
where my voice bellowed
in melancholic grace.
The ship sailed
into the horizon above clouds —
but there was no Neverland,
only the second star
to the right —
its red light dimming
before the supernova.
Hi, I am writing again.
