one day I’ll disappear, and I believe it too,

to sleep under the cool curtain of indifference

only the lark will take notice

in my absences

the flowers can grow anew, only marked by the person they can’t talk to

there’s a vulnerability I

can’t afford

the one that’s raw in the darkness, healed in the light

one day I’ll get there when my heels stop

pressing pavement in search of a trail

buried by time

the world is beautiful and I want to slip inside

if only I can collapse who I am

fold into pieces stuffed in pockets or forgotten on the subway tracks

and I’ll believe it too, the words that leave my lips are truth in a sense

I’ll go if you ask me

just once more, I tell myself I’ll disappear

only if you ask

will I become the wind