I feel the blood flowing like tears, while she lies still, so still, empty.
We buried our dreams beneath a wreath of daisies freed from their chains to mark the grave temporarily.
And we made it to Italy. and swam off the rocks, with a man we’d met in a cafe because he said we could.
Saying nothing, taking nothing, leaving nothing behind. Without saying goodbye.
Look this way. Turn away from the salt wind. There’s nothing to fear. Let me see your face. I know mine looks a little strange, but there’s nothing to fear, nothing.