your heart
more scar than tissue now
you’re scarring the scars
I think of the wish
whispered
into a wine bottle
at the end of a party
I wonder
when will it break
be set free
granted
will it be
when you most
need it
when your life
in more pieces
than the glass
than sand
curtains need the breeze
to touch the room
a little more
where you try to excavate
your encrypted heart
I wanted to touch the scars
upon your clawed at chest
fairy lights flickered
when no one was watching
woodsmoke curled to sleep
in the grass
close the gate gentle
make it chime
close it like a delicate thing
as if just leaving
looking in
upon a sleeping child
isn’t that how hearts
should be handled
footsteps made faint
by grass
no knock required
no doorbell
rattling the rooms
just the soft cry
of a rusted hinge
ghosts aren’t only
what has been
they’re also
what never happened
echo of songs
never sung
never listened to
in perpetual twilight
slow as dream time
you’re the barn owl
born from the ground bones of a bonfire
in the font turned firepit
at the heart of my crumbled cathedral
your flame throws bird shadows
over the walls of my heart
that have never known sky
share the snowfall
from a streetlight with you
shoulders dusted with shine
I see you
the suits of shadows
lined with gold
silver poplars shiver
with the echo of light
wind gathers in the trees
walking with you
turned fields
into prairies