a piece of me

it echoes inside
there
where you are meant to live

darkness
no lights but the porch
flickering, burning, waiting
a beacon
hopeful and hopeless

i will keep it warm for you
i will wander its halls
footsteps damp, salt in my wake
this home, not my home
our home
quiet, haunted
by what hasn't
by what may
by what may not

but it remains
there
space carved away years ago
the piece of me i gave
the light is on
map and guide
even if
even if you never
even if you never return
home

feel me

feel me

hear me

i am present

alive

willing

full of answers

full of questions

full of lies i never told you

desire coloured by

honesty at odds with

perception

worlds within worlds

within each other

without…

feel me

in, over, around, above

hear me

the taste on your tongue

the blood on your lips

before you i lie

posed repose

drawn and quartered

split between the lines

the silence

the remnants of

feel me

touch the raw chords of your making

hear me

the dissonant roar of your demise