You are here
and she is gone.
Taken from you
in the dark of
the evening.
She changed,
but not enough.
You changed.
And now,
forever,
you will see her
walking by.
You will grab her
and run
as fast as you can.
She will be yours
if only in the
small moments
of a precious dream.
Moments when gold
is pure
instead of sanguine.
Moments where you
carried her sweetly,
her arms about you
instead of the
limp weight of
a beautiful
dead animal
testing your muscles.
You can run.
You can cover your scent
in leaves and dirt
and the blood of the dead.
Night will come,
and you will
find yourself grasping
at the air.
You will feel her hair
in wisps on your neck
and smell her gentle scent.
It will last for
gorgeous moments
until you wake
and miss her
so
damn
bad.