Bending Down

Tilted mountains. Slouching toward. Words that know. Or wait for me. To learn.

Towering matchsticks. Friction gone.

Void the hurt and there's nothing left.

The pillows churned against our skin. Pulling hairs from our heads. Grabbing the scents of our bodies' movemnets.

Like the beach. Like the sand. Invading every hidden place. Leaving only took it with me.

Wherever I go. There they are.

Those hunchbacked mountains slouching toward.

Blotting out the sun as it rises.

I know it's there.

If only I could climb. I know I would see it again.

But always. Instead. I bend down.

To pick up those pieces I have dropped.