I'll be still

I'm coming home.

This is a walk to the end of time.
I'm a piece of you as we say we will sail off the
edge.

I'm coming home to hold you in,
my harness breaks
and I'm twitching endlessness.

I'm no longer here,
I'm 6 years in the past
and you're a red curl of falling light
dancing on the mouth of the sky.

It's white.
God love me too.

Cross

Its so strange, being
all here, all the time
walled in by stains.

Intersection

She left this morning.