i’m getting lost in strings
and i don’t mind much -
the knots never hurt and
are never tied too tight.

he carries a bag of bones
and makes bonfires
out of the simplest of things.
i swear he built a ship
just to call himself the Captain
and be able to take it all apart.

i want to stand on a beach, toes in the sand
lungs open and smelling the sweet Summer
and she is there, smiling.
she is what makes the seasons last forever.

i know the medicine made you so warm at night,
but what keeps you so warm in my heart?