i am a mere inhabitant

in a constellation of chaos

and often times

i have a habitual inclintation

to escape from these walls

that harbor looming memories

and accept the world

as my own


when you left

you told me

that i was the woman

you wanted to spend the rest of your life with

and we never spoke again


that day i discovered

i am not only a body

and the earth does not belong to me

my transitory presence

is now dedicated to the land

whose dust is of bones

of those who have fallen


i will not succumb

for one day my soul can

fly higher than the tree tops

and the sea

will scrub away your last touch


the earth is the last remembrance

of times past

it is where

we lost people

come to find temporary peace

from boys with breath

that smelled like stale tobacco



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