my days are not circular
no fluid lines
i do not return
to the same curve
instead it is trinity
three edges
three points
triangular shaped heartbreak
I fall
with the leaves
red and yellow
confetti cascading
as I tumble down
a grassy slopes
winter comes
and darkness takes me
and the frost kills me
and my skin leak ink
and blood
and my bones ache
not with cold
but with loss
the cold loses its edge
and I lose her
and she finds another
in a heartbeat
while my heart
struggles to beat
I learn
that being lonely
and being alone
are not the same thing
I said
I do not return to the same point
yet I find myself
on familiar space
I hope
that when I fall again
my landing is softer
and not in the same shape
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
