Forgotten

(Forget that shit)

When they look away,

Turn their eyes aside,

Tilt their chin above

Yours,

It is true:

You are not seen

By their moment.

And the air you breathe

Is the air they breathe.

When they walk up

And walk by

And walk on

In the direction of your sun,

It is true:

THAT warmth is not for you,

This time, this place.

And the air you breathe

Is still the air they breathe.

When your heart breaks

On the inhale

As they steal on their exhale

All your hopeful hues,

Suck it in

Draw that full pain

Into the barrel of your gut,

Not their eyes nor their chin,

Not their walk, never them,

But the explosion their

Awful poetry inspires in you,

Take THAT, snatch it up,

Swallow it whole, build, build,

Stretch, bloat,

Compress, contract,

Squeeze and

Howl until you sweat blood.

Excremented release

Is your digestion of the world,

The absorption of surprise nutrients,

Good bacteria you never suspected could be cultivated by your betrayer,

And the emancipation from the toxins you never suspected could germinate from your own complex soul.

When love approaches and withdraws,

When you are forgotten,

Breathe in that truth.

Hold.

Close your eyes.

Listen.

Hear Another song, another little-big heart who is breaking

To a similar tune,

A familiar genre.

And the closer the progression,

The sweeter the bitterness of that harmony that you’re humming together,

As you cross paths, continue on,

And breathe out love.