Cut

trimming the loose ends

Photo by Md Jahid Hossen on Unsplash

As I enter the fog, 
I watch the walls dissolve around me,
warping reality, healing my desires,
I watch you, worlds away from where we met.
Falling for the fray.
Following your ghost once more.

I wish I could save you,
from the echoes and aches of your heart,
from the secrets of your yearning.
Cut the heart out, I would—
if only you’d let me in.