Often times, I catch myself wandering,
As the remaining moonlight pools in on me,
The silence of the road ahead of me,
Singing unkindly in my ears.
I catch myself wondering,
Remembering a love all but spent just months short
Of two years ago.
He was mine just as the new year settled in,
And he was gone when the summer sun
Burned my skin.
There is a fear nesting in me,
The birds tending to its hearth,
Making sure it will never go empty and unnoticed.
Blackened pavement beneath the soles of my feet
Burns almost as hot as the searing I received
That day in July.
I walk without a purpose,
Constantly craning over my shoulder
To see if anyone misses me as much
As I miss them.
E.