speckles

Speaking without preaching to my lone star, my angel art, taking a form in the shape of a martyr, master, we part, my here, his after, hereafter, gleaming facets of who he is, there’s a guiding light still, my heart’s still,
mind’s still, soul’s still, his still, belonging to all of his still, songs sing to winds still, but he forgets my name.

Demon precognition set it all out, I tried my best to see it fall out, but it fell with a different play. A jagged edge instead of a clean break. I’m laying here with his heart tattoo’d on my day, my heart, aches. He’s oblivious, obliviating us. Wondering why his universe, keeps taking him away. Maybe he’ll be returned to me, with simply more brave.

I see his face in my closed space, he fades in, out, like a cloudy moon, reading strewn ancient runes. Trying to make new room, an effortless love standing up in a ruined coup. We are separate until we might be resumed, marooned in an ocean of forgiveness, I am I, and you are you.