Remember, remember

A cold shoulder
bearing the brunt of my honesty.
Bare, raw throat, silent wishfuls.

Too far in, yet never too far gone.

Facing forward, falling faster,
running harder.

You never could catch me,

but boy you always brought me electrolytes and free spirited efficacy.

and honey,
this butterfly never needed pinning,
but you soaked her with alcohol anyways.
and she drowned in the lake, floated to the river, and never returned from the ocean.

maybe one day we can share what we find.
and maybe one day we can float down the stream.

just make sure you return the fox to the forest where he belongs,

safe and sound,

in the wild.

where we always end up, and never plan to stay.