But the air will feel familiar to a decade ago
I'll feel it again, but this time I'll step outside my body
I'll float up
Take a look at the grass where you stepped
Where she was buried
I'll speak to you through her and I'll find a way to breathe you in
Keeping you in my lungs forever.
Travel the world to pick up all the pieces of the things that have shattered
I've always wanted to glue them together
But the cracks will reveal that it's just my attempts
At holding together the atoms that are meant to be dynamic, spastic, and radical
I'll collect the pieces, put them in a drawer, and know you are there.
