YOUR TIDES ARE ARCS OF DUST
COLLECTING ICONS OF MY LAST
HEART-FELT POEM

and where are you now?

little spirit - you said

you would stay,

climb into my bones.

weave your way down

my neck, into my spine.

you stayed

a moment,

and then...

you left.

little spirit you left me!

oh.

little spirit.

did you do

it because i

said somethings?

i wanted you to stay

with me.

together we could have

seen jungles and tides rise.

but, what

you've done,

( in leaving )

is so much more.