Crickets and Crows

like a little boy lost

Photo by Abdullah Ahmad on Unsplash

I sat still with you, my empty cup.

I sat in the rain with my buckets, my want.

I watched with you, my quiet, my shame.

I sighed and softly called out your name.

I waited with the moths, the crickets, the crows.

I feasted with the worms and sang with the bones.

I carried you, my anger, my lust.

I buried you in iron and dust.

I danced with you, my ruin, my wrath.

I lay in the dirt with the first and the last.

I walked with you, my moonbeams, my tears.

I am drowned in the river, and you are still here.