048: Together

I still see him sometimes

in splinters of volcanic glass,

standing on my right shoulder;

and sometimes I fall back

to visit the empty rooms

where he used to hide and play,

now, animated only

by a desert wind

blowing memories.

Our blood, our tears fading,

melting into the night,

clawing at the walls

of a perfect nothing;

and if my heart was heaven,

I'd build you new flesh,

brighter than pulsing stars,

and if my heart was hell,

you'd rise to steal the sorrow

from humans' brow.

As you were fire,

I will be ice;

and as you were the word,

I'll be the teeth,

as I disowned, so I do miss.

Together in the estrangement

of concrete confines,

and the tenderness

of untamed flowers,

in frailty and power,

we'll remain the same, eternally.