“My sweet flame, you stand tall, but will be broken in seconds. It’s the way time allows us to breathe. The peak, the hole, reaching for the light it will break you A finger sliding down the back of your neck tracing a line from a flirting heaven to a normal hell. Your ashes, the dance, the wind a silent song. If I say sorry, will you hear? Will you ever understand what this means? Will you become the spark in the dust, the one they don’t see and the one they don’t cry for? I can stand and wait. For time to take me. The ground to swell, soften with our tears, swallow me like the horizon to the day. Never a goodbye. Spoken. But seen.”