cursive:

I miss the lazy days,

but they were a lie.

Light fading in your arms,

it opened my eyes.

Taking daily walks

through blighted land.

Craving the oasis

of your touch.

I’m cursed to wander.

Feet burned on searing sand.

Show me your eyes,

I want to taste your pain.

Such bitter honey

a memory can be.

I’m not the one

to hold my tongue.

I’ll place the hot

coal there for you.

So long,

so long.

It burns too much to speak,

my words are steam.

Spitting hot ash

to warm your

hearth.

It was pleasure to burn.

Cursive smoke,

signing love-letters in the

sky.