Friday, September 13, 2013

severed, there.

I guess you live there, now.
After the fog clears, day
and dawn begins again.
That's where you are, now--
between the violent strands of sky
and mist that lingers on your skin.
Every now and then, I catch a glimpse.
It's never quite enough,
but I cannot negotiate such things.
You've passed the torch along to God;
you've turned the password into ash.

--Emily
currently listening to: I Caught Myself by Paramore