wildcat

If I could run away, I’d be gone. I’d clamber up the fence onto the roof and take off running. I’d bound up into the air and across the fields of puffy white clouds, bouncy and weightless. 

If not for the moon

that pulls the ocean tide up,

revealing raw sand,

then when would the sea

be able to thrash waves

when only at stillness?

And the surface water sits,

heavy on its floors

“Honestly, she had better come around, but it isn’t her fault. She isn’t emotionally stable.”

After everything, this is what you told them.

In the quiet hush of dawn, The weather begins to change, As winter's icy grip unclenches, And spring has come into range. 

I should know better

Because you being gone 

Will save me

Even while you remain in my mind

Sometime soon 

My heart will forget you

To make room for a girl

A girl named Amelia 

swift locks of golden hair belonging to—

a girl once invisible that now has a place in this world,

guitar stained with teardrops,

that is worn out by playing her song.

golden fireworks blazing from the sky—