I always loved to let you go
to watch you walk away
again
and again
and the fireflies
they danced on my tongue
as their broken wings rode down my cheeks
wetting my skin
with the dust of their light
the space gained from your absence
filled once with shallow hope...
the dead cacti, they stare me down
only they know the truth of my mutterings
I always hated circles.
at least in squares
there is somewhere to hide.