A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
It was you eight minutes ago and you’ve changed. More than 93 million miles from me at the nearest, you break away from a tenuous spot before cloudy memory. I didn’t have to be here to feel your heat, captured in magnified view. Further you travel from a weakening world, blaze up the black, blind all in your path, burn them if they get too near. They don’t know intensity of one so red, blue-hot core within. And you don’t know, I know you’re cold. I can look up at night and imagine twinkling, fire-breath contained in memory. I knew bright beauty, now light years ahead of a fading vision. In just eight minutes, mascara daubed on, awakened me. Wiped clean, our clothes shed, when the last vibrant glimmer. I could stay up with you all night, bridge that gap, a billion miles away from myself. Not near enough, shutter slow, captured one blurry, 4-year-old image, paling. Reminds, it’s sooner than a trillion, as I’m moving the other way, too. Had to look back at one snap in time. Tattering, does it matter anymore, as we both explore the dark side of our lives? 3.7.23/3.8.23 Idea of capturing the memory of something not present, that we are seeing light years away, like someone gone from our life. Can’t retrieve a fuzzy vision like before, without some imagination. |