—let's not end this on a low note
i would fly to the tops of trees
and to the tip of your nose
if that means we can be tall
and i am so often small
so it would mean every moon to me
if we could bask in this
a little bit longer
toes go numb
but we've still got the feeling
rust in the air
but this rain leaves me dreaming
what of my heart
i've got none nor one
oil slick blood
and i'm cold to the touch
strongheart, where have you gone?
i would follow but my body is hollow
and so it seems
was your promise to stay
gifted me nothing but aching armor
after you stole my heart away
Inexplicably yours,
RB