At the End of the Worlds

I remember watching burning stars

When the worlds I knew collided.

I am still wondering if you knew. Sometimes. When you’d look at me from the door and wouldn’t say

a word.

That silent glance, distorted and masked by empty talks.

They crashed against each other,

Scattering around flames of regret.

And you still keep asking me if it’s necessary. If I need to burn the ground behind me when I move.

No, this is cold. It’s a different kind of fire.

And the charcoal’s dust filled my lungs,

When they fell down into the sea.

You weren’t brave enough to say goodbye. And I wasn’t either. So we fought and the ground around us drowned.

But we keep on picking debris

With the air filling our gaps.

Because we left. Because I ran. Because you called after me and I replied. Because I followed you and you stopped.

There’s space somewhere there

And maybe a sun will finally rise.

I love you, mum.

But sometimes I need to love myself back.