the void seduces full of promises the ash grey will be warm the black will feel inviting its air will wire me straight to the source
i still feel the buzz twenty years on it lives the life of a ghost waiting to live again
hello emptiness
you seem smaller are you tired from counting the days to seeing me once more?
boundless darkness entombing the sprawling grey brushstrokes etched like veins on this terrain suddenly becoming
i am here standing feet touching the warm ash grey
sparse but bursting horizon broke loose timeless pathless the plenteous stillness
i am finally here
a familiar figure far ahead wearing the hoodie i used to own
she’s here for how long? is she feeling what i feel
my steps hastened strangely the space collapsed into a pinhole as she fades away
and stopped
and grew
and finally she is closer now or perhaps i was
until i could see the few strands of white on her slightly tilted head heavy with questions of existence resting on her tired shoulders where that hoodie hung like a white flag resigning to the imaginary toil too much for her to take
the horizon stopped giving we have reached the end
darkness just darkness
we too gave in sat down spaced apart grasping any space that is left as
she stared ahead i watched her and stayed