Oxygen to Embers

Maybe you were purely muse-

With what little you offered I restored years of wandering

Now keep your stance on the far banks of desire!

Don’t close this gap where everything burns low but steady

Knowing nothing is what keeps the furnace kindled

Receiving just enough fuel to maintain a glow

Oxygen to embers, 

your withdrawal opens up the perfect cleavage for combustion

The more you remove yourself

The brighter the coals

I have a choice: Continue to covet the driftwood of your company, like it was all about you

Or write, like it’s all about this

Monte Forato, Winter 2013