The Blood & The Bones

Do not return here with longing rattling in the place where a heart once hung…
With readiness finally on your lying lips.
Do not look for me when you have sowed your wild oats and regret leads you to a place you once wanted to call home.
When every night feels like winter and time no longer treats you like the spring..
When you have nothing to give the takers that you left this place of comfort to explore.
And you discover there is only less to be found out there instead of more.
Do not seek me out when your soul is weary and your body used up.
I am not where you left me.
I am long gone.
There is no wait in me.
There never was.

the blood
& the bones