I wish I knew you earlier
Before I became hard and cold
Before seeing green was my favorite pastime
Before I became empty and achingly hollow
Like a flightless falcon
Frolicking to find a
Silver salmon.
"I'm looking for a piece of my heart
It's this tall and this short"
That's what I want to write
on a missing persons form
but I doubt I'd be taken seriously
I could have told you
"My soul is a luggage, take it with you"
and I could have followed you
to the ends of the earth
like the pulsing veins crisscrossing
your arms
but that was ages ago
There are ghosts
haunting my windows
only I can hear their accusing whispers
and see their bone-white
straight-line clarity
their question burns
into my head
like Mercury rolling down my throat
as the morning sun dissipates them
into swirling mists
"Does true love exist? "
