your shadow leaks a warmth I cannot hold the pain drifts, soft as a pulse learning to fade I fold myself around an ache too small to keep your name thins into a pale, wandering light a quiet wound circles the room like weather pain moves in me the way seasons misremember themselves your shadow dissolves into a thin, breathing ache the drift takes my hands before I notice something gentle breaks without breaking time glides over the bruise, whispering its reason
