Too far

Getting older has meant
watching curtains unfold to reveal
another empty stage







"Whatever will you do 
when you end this underfed romance you have with your self? 

Will you stumble in the sun 
and mumble about the days when you knew? 

I'll bet you die without you to whip. 

You came in weak and you are gonna leave a whisper of a trail.

Good night and farewell."

the words used to feel like
fingers brushing the sky,
like touching fire.

they brought light
and heat.
even the ones that seemed the darkest.

now they sound like bones
rapping
on a dirt-lined coffin.

hope is a mile too far.