Left For Good

I wrote in red on her thigh

while lightning lit the purple sky.

“your smoke drifts

into rain like

your soul

floating up or

flying down

by mere chance”

And her smoke formed fractals

of silvery gray microsecond swirls.

Her soul

stretched, spread

then left for good.

A Few Days Before Leaving

The last two years have

been something like a

blur, growing, associating

feelings with objects.

Emotions stored inside

songs playing on mute

inside subconscious.

Sounds shift

as if they

were entire lives

in and

of themselves.

Music ebbs then

flows into

seas of passing

images which will disappear

for forever.

The waves

were significant only when

there was impact with the

sand which makes up myself.