after the eagle, and on my way home, i stopped at the house on the lake where you were staying.

you and me. sitting in the bush, spreading out the pieces between us.the ones that broke us.

the twenty years since. last time we were together.

 

you’re crying effortlessly and pulling it all out—the betrayal, the letdown, the volcano of pain. me inside myself. you trusting me with the mess of your life; me trusting you with nothing.

 

your mom. the ones that didn’t show up. the sacrifices. your’s always bigger than mine

you always bigger than me.

you’re crying effortlessly and pulling it all out. me not feeling anything.

you are speaking from the ossuary. there is blood on your hands, death is sitting beside you. I see the bullet holes, mosquito bites, the bruises.

me inside myself. you trusting me. me trusting you with nothing. trusting me with nothing.