I saw a vision of the smell of your presence.
It was so bright
and uncomfortably confrontational.
I didn't know
we were so unreachable.
I saw a vision of the smell of your presence.
It was so bright
and uncomfortably confrontational.
I didn't know
we were so unreachable.
I dried the air around us
just to stop asking myself
whether it had been enough.
Enough to keep resurrecting you
over and over again,
and to create the illusion
of your nearness
within my oblivion.
I thought I could bring you back
if I unmade us.
Because our bodies
were abused by nature.
By the smell of blood
that guides us.
Yet the light within us
never lies.
It never leaves
but scatters.
I tried to gather it
into a single point.
I hope
it was enough.
