10:10 p.m. - 2016-08-02
in the still air
the rock weighing down my chest.
the rock i'm becoming.
strong, solid, holding down the fort,
but rough around the edges.
and it's like a magnet for the moon
into the air around me.
i'm forgetting your skin, how you felt,
but i still feel
like the rock that crumbled
to maybe drown or disintegrate.
but it instead floats
here it lies, here i am, here i become,
a heavy piece of you.