Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Falling | A Poem by KJH Cardinalis

 

My words are shattering glass
Smashed beneath the weight of my grief.
A flickering flame,

I have to keep it safe
But I won't whisper your name,

Not when I should shout it.
But even in this fumbling silence

Falling
Sometimes I catch the scent of you

Burning in my veins
Souls, you say, are their own coordinates.

You are the binary star I navigate by,
Even when I'm blind in the dark—

So the when doesn't matter
Or the where or the how,

Because I know I'm coming home
The long way around.

Furnace

 

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