day 120

i have lost

the connection,

fractured

the innocence,

and severed

the poisonous stories

and the formidable beams,

but

radiant voices

still

break

in the mornings,

the soft, slow, creeping mornings

break

and take

me back

to the disillusionment of dreams,

and how the ocean took me in

(my sweet Virginia sky)

then, missed you,

missed me,

somehow.

this is all

i have lost.