Interventions filing in and waiting too long.
I lost my ways again.
I lost my ways again.
A gesture
Says “Come over”.
Swim to me
Underneath the ice.
No expectation
of what I'll be
No confrontation
of memory
Staring straight up with eyes lost into the sky.
Stark white heat.
A burning end.
At the edge of the night is where I’ll be.
Empty mind.
Escapes in a breath.
No expectation
of what I'll be
No confrontation
of memory