I crave it deeply
passionately...
In the glimmer
of the sun before...
If I could,
I would surgically remove you...
Like the sky
I give my grief back...
all things pass.
all things change...
it feels like
invisibility...
I am scared of being
diminished...
an endless cycle of
green and yellow and brown...
I thought
for a second...
Scars fade.
Sometimes...
I will not be afraid
of closing the binding...
Fluorescent lights are strewn
across the ceiling...