It was the night
I set my heart down before you,
in all it’s eloquent fragments;
the night you stomped them
to shards, saying it no longer
belonged to you anyway.
Seldom did you leave intact
what you deemed unworthy.
I was no exception.
So I drove until laced-up dreams
solidified in my bones,
until everything that unravelled
wound around my heart,
protecting it once more.
I drove until crystalline ebony
swallowed me into
stars, a twinkling cocoon,
until the edge of the world
became the place of
my resurrection.
It’s a place you never stepped,
so it’s easier to heal.
It’s a crevice of my soul I never
willingly handed to you.
Somehow knew you’d be
long gone one day anyway.
I crawled until I met that dead end.
I crawled until I set my heart down
In that field of wildflowers;
back to gypsy
I always was.
Seldom now am I left grasping
for frays of who I was before you.
I drove until I was strong again,
until cigarette smoke within these walls
didn’t remind me so achingly
of when you were here.
Nothing of you lingers anymore.
Your ghost no longer haunts
my rearview mirror
down empty highways
when the moon is a crescent at 2 a.m.
I don’t speed into nothing
for the sake of driving you
from my soul anymore.
