After twenty three midnights,
Two kisses under thistle,
Rebirth made me a deal.
'Come back', he whispered,
That voice of silk and sea salt,
Fiddling with my cigarette in one hand and desires in the other, I almost did.
Lighting the tip with every wish to go back,
The ash flaring up like fireworks as midnight locked into place,
And read his mind.
He was still, solid,
Followed the same route all his life
Despite colliding with adventure after adventure.
I sat on a park bench and collected the stamps of my thoughts.
I wanted to post every single one to a destination I could not follow,
Walk the opposite way,
Travel faster than the speed of pretending, against the orbit,
Who’d have thought it?
The magnitude made my heart hunger, pull itself inward until it thundered,
I was going tear myself asunder
Become all the reset choices.
I was ready to let the wind gather my collection,
All but one...