NaPoWriMo – Day 13

Through salt and ash
I see the stars.
Wild thoughts
dressed up as silence.
Your touch is fleeting
like the breeze.
And I try
to be the wind in a cage.

I run from me
to hide in you.
But you are gone.
I look around
and turn in circles.

I am feeling all this space
but no arms to keep safe.
I am waiting away.
Wasting away.

You chained me
to your drowning mind
and I cannot swim.

I became a scar on your wrist.
A reflection in the sea.
Nothing we see
at night.
An eclipse of the moon.