Wildline

In the morning,
The dawn will itch my skin,
And I will be free once more.
To touch the light like a child’s face,
Forever reaching out into oblivion.

And,
In the morning,
You will greet me with a grin,
The sky burning brighter with a feeling I cannot touch.
The sides of cars will glimmer,
I will hum at the sun.

You’re so warm it breaks my heart,
Unable to touch something that is not there.
Scratching my skin is one thing,
Clawing for the traces of you on it is another.

featured artwork by Kelsey Smith