Is what it sees

I don’t hear you laughing anymore
As the cold in which hazel on wounds
Did we see the top of this mountain?
The two of us when we are walking
Dancing inside of circles.
Dancing inside this filthy cities lies
You sure showed me the ropes
Did or did you not poison the ropes around
A silk wrist.
Did we crash this train on the tracks
The rush. Such a rush when we loved
How did we cure each others ailments?
Sincerity wasn’t enough like the air we breath
Wrap your coldness around that tree
Inside the oak with fine endearments
Plucking at each of the fine spirits in this graveyard
Reaching for the answers.
My hands are cold and the veins are protruding
No. No your hands are not helping.

I am not afraid of your laughing.

I have built scars atop of scars and to call you lover will
Build one more. This earth is carved from demons flying
From my stomach. Restless demons that in gardens like this
Love to call you by first name. Isn’t it about time you left?
leave to call yourself something other than yourself?
It’s beautiful in this fog. This morning like you
Make my heart flutter.
That feeling went on the train tracks. Someone is holding dear to
Their luggage with you in mind. Next stop