Dandelions

My being is scattered

In people who walk the earth

With a part of me

That they never returned.

My soul is held captive

In the many pairs of eyes

My gaze held

In the bodies

I connected to

For a fleeting breath.

Will I ever be whole again?

My heart is a broken mirror

Reflecting the sun

The way it dances over the sky

And turns your eyes red.

I will never get myself back.

It’s like blowing a dandelion

And watching the white flutters dance

And in your hand you are left with

A withering stem that will die.

Keep me safe, world.

For my soul is strewn across your ground

Like dust.