the other side of the horizon

no daylight between tears shed like skin

growth begetting new growth
still marked with old scars
piercing through blanket clouds
once known to be new shapes

lines begetting new lines
always creaking in through cracks in closed doors
casting shadows on the path soon to be tread
planting echoes of conversations had and un-had

i’m not ready to let you sink beneath the surface
but maybe i never will be

so you’ll know me once
and i’ll know you all my life

a persistence like pestilence
infecting each beat
which i’ll trample in a two-step
over my forgotten feet