When you stand where
I once was, it's easy to try
walking backwards.
Still in this fog, you
are seeing.
We watch a ship glide out into ice, tea bags left until bitterness stains the cup brown rings left in the sink, remember how we passed the time before I disappear
Worms burrowing through
the walls above your prison,
all a reason to call and in here you've left us. Me, I am the lonely progeny lurking, sorting through your plans stated through burnt marks and what makes you think that I could ever run from a bet with such accommodating assistance and you, centuries in whichever form laughing over naive letters of every friend buried deep
My fingers into mist reaching
if it hurts
becomes love
leaving
on
the next wordless ship
and you scour insults to the paper
nailed to the door
notes when I return
the tide rolls in
I always come
knock-knock-knock
The method to your madness
could make a spider proud.
It's not a web, but you to whom I'm bound. Now, call me when you're chained The body stolen smiles eyes enough you play this game to look through your own crown
I've turned away from lighthouses
recoiled
existing blissfully unknown I fed your eyes to placate the quiet beach.
You are knowledge, I am out of
sight
And mind me only No, mind me never except for the longing Ceaseless insistence into promises we made to break The same mind and your same eyes that brought me once to shore, condemned
this sinking ship
the worms in holes made ourselves
You could see me at last, Your thousandfold eyes, watcher, And I'm afraid I lost our bet.