Horizon

Moths live behind my eyes,

Eating away the lining of my skull and spine,

Dust collecting at my feet;

Snow and sand coat me in memories

Of you,

Rough and cold; hard to hold onto.

Inhaling air – Exhaling smoke,

In the shape of your silhouette.

I wonder if coals still burn inside your chest,

I question if they ever did;

As if we’d never met.

Mine hold heat, but quickly they die

Becoming soot.

Black footprints follow wherever I go, Reminding me

Not to go back to the place I once stood

Inside a cold damp closet,

Mistaken for love; Mistaken for affection

But to find the Sun,

To find light; And water

Where my ashes can make a home to grow

My heart again. And then,

Sparking a fire with the coals I hold onto,

In hopes to know my body once more;

Clearing the smoke and the moths

Shaking dust from my feet, No longer followed

By the obsolete.

Clear in light; The path into the horizon surrounds me

Calling me home; Where

Water and fire coexist as I wished,

We could have,

Or maybe once did.