Four days long
two years deep.
As for the width,
I cannot say,
but it must be
thin,
for these interlinking memories
bend between us
distorting.

Four days long,
two years deep,
unbreakable
quiet in my heart.

Four days long,
two years deep,
whispering smoke-thin
confusion in my heart.

I have reached for you
(so           )
only to close open hearted-hands on

believing in spite of
that where there is smoke,
there must also be

You are the bad thing inside of me
which hurts me when I breathe.
You are the chain around my heart
that will not let me leave.
 
You are the catch in my breath
that chokes as it holds tight
You are where I let death in—
You are the line crossed between desire
and sin.