Love is an aroma

that I couldn’t get rid of
aired out the house
lit candles Worked spells Walked outside and hollered for my own self from the front door
an echo
nothing came back
i was gone
a skeleton
had been since the bad winter
waited nights for that call Knew it wouldn’t come Still waited
desperate and absurd I was up at 3:00 AM looking so beautiful
just in case
perfect hair and buttery skin For no one Not even myself
now i am intimate with the horizon With Clouds With the trickle of the stream
Know them well am
the fifth wind
a sideways glance
a lost itinerary
hating the weekends where I imagine my used to be lover fucking the new one
a wretch (yes me)
i grew bad claws Dug into the dirt To conjure To hide to Die So stupid
learned late how magic can be lost