Photo by Gia Yetikyel / North by Northwestern

I will celebrate you

In all of our wounds

All of our scapes and scars

With wide eyes swallowing slowly

The deep blue of our saved time

only capable of the sky

I wanted to let myself go blind

So as to maybe understand the

structure of your thoughts

that much better.

But I stood on that empty road

waiting for a ghost to see me

Just as he did there months before

see me

see me

Maybe I am the ghost

And you have forgotten what

it's like to fly

Forgotten what it's like to talk to

the dead and not realize they

are simply that


I have been running for so long

that when I stopped for you

I couldn't recall the direction I came


But now I know

you were worth the pause

But I must be on my way.