Fall lll

You tan my heart, as the sky flushes
I licked the rain when your tears wouldn't feel wet anymore,
Do you yearn only when you reach rock bottom,
Or you remember that crookedness only for the way the light at dusk bounced off of it?
You mislaid to sweep the debris of who you were, left on my bed last night,
And, I stopped writing your story, not because I ended it, but because it was time,
And, as you kept falling, it was quicker to imagine my life without you in ten minutes, 
Than to wholly live them,
The ratification for all that you feel,
Your deprivation of compassion when the twigs let you go,
Between the bosque, and the groves,
The shrubbery, and the firewood,
I hewed you out of my words, I blotted your skin with my ink,
Give me something to scribble, give me something to scatter,
I wore your moods, and I lugged your hopes,
I dwelt on your dreams, and I walked atop your thorns,
You hoped for love, knowing death still lurked,
For you found this life every twilight, much less created it when sun shone,
Every year you mellow, every year you plummet,
I keep you in the voids in my memory,
And, yet, you sporadically slip through those holes,
Would you still bleed, if I touched you?

If I let you go, would you find yourself again?
With a tad darkness in the sky, and the poppies in the air,
I stared out the window again, 
and death had never stopped seeming so colourful!

Artist: Julian Laureau