memories for forgetting

Leave no trace

I am an ephemeral distraction

for your spiritual inaction

It is a kinder way to say

I am an error on your landscape

and when I am erased

which is after all

the colonial way

I will leave no trace

It is easier to balance air

than to try to stack rocks

in two neat piles

Without you

This is the story

of one love

that remains

forever thoughtful

It has become my mystery

to hide

to save

to savour

That could only survive

without you

And in every way

it is mine

It feeds on me

and breathes for me

to save me

from the Fall