I love it here since I've stopped needing you

It was what you were born into and what you will die with

An answer in reverse, an offering of silence

An assurance to be housed hand upon hand, mouth upon mouth

The arms of refuge, the composition of a body

The composition of a love, inseparable from your soul

Never to be forgotten amidst the noise and costume

But there is also stone upon stone and words to the moon

Daily existence is a death of identity, of presence

Repelled by force, repelled by fire and brimstone

So you are left with the ebb and tide of something lost but not forgotten

You Fall deep into the hollow, the empty, the shell

But not to stay, never to settle in the echoes of the past

The everpresent weight of outside, lightened by the buried memory of inside

A whisper of mourning from a place you cannot return

It is in a dream you are reminded of the black crows

The wound does not ask for the verification of time or space

Only to be numbed by the touch of loneliness

Anonymous in the fire, in the dark, in the ash and smoke

It is here you discover what it is to suffer, what it is to survive

It is here you discover what it is to yearn, what it is to be revived

It is in the safety of your arms you are home.