The Blood & The Bones

alive.

at first
I was all that was beautiful
but then I left
as I said many times that I would
and once you understood
I’d never return
somehow I then became the blood in your mouth
the dirt under your fingernails
the cut on your tongue
somehow I was now
the pang in your chest and the burn in your throat
of the spirits that solved nothing
I was every door that ever closed in your face
I had become all that ever hurt or disappointed
every ache without remedy
and now that my vacancy is all that’s left
you may put hate or rage were love once was
you may endeavor to eclipse your heart with darkness in the voids I once occupied
I cannot fault you for doing what you can to forget
to survive
but ask yourself this
when the wounds scar
and the blood dries
did I not awaken in you
places long buried and blurred
did I not remind you that you can feel something
even if it is just alive?

the blood
& the bones