solemn crimson heart
even together, we cannot see what lies ahead
i alone disperse into pieces of all indeed to come
when i am lingering alone at the tip of the summit
there is no going back from there, my friend
i’ve got all the figures
reaching into supposed galaxies
my own hands and i can feel them now
and i will slowly wave
if our particles ever collide in the raging wind
i will automatically smile at the power of memory
and how much it can pull from underneath my feet
the tears and rips it creates in my clothing
the snow as it invites itself to caress my bare, exposed skin
just before it eats it
i will be flying the whole time
the sound that i can never forget is you swallowing
so loudly
antarctica holds me in its arms at the hour of transition
right before my memory and i dissipate into waiting wind
we know it is time
my love will never leave you if it grows strong enough
even when i am gone
and i will always be gone
that is why the snowflakes stick so urgently to your sidewalk and your windshield and your scarf
i am part of them
they gave birth to me in January
and at the very end
i will give myself back
it is the beautiful white silence that reaches me in the darkest, loudest hour
i have always known
