To be honest, you
left me behind...

I feel it still,
pulsing...

I ran from you,
a skittish yearling...

I need to know
I am safe...

You told me again
and again...

like being erased.
like being snuffed out...

Winter warmth
felt icy, so I ran...

I breathe you in -
electrifying...

I feel I am slipping away.
I fade...

I ache
for...

I hunger
like the moon...

The clouds sweep over the mountains
like thick cottonwood seeds...