The Ghost Of Anything

" i only want to be close to you
in the way that two branches are
passing the days ,
complete and soothed next to each other.

i try to promise something that
i am not strong enough to give .
and i play a role ,
i play that you love me more and
that you are waiting for me , ...

There is nothing to wait for .

i am

yours .

I had the trees cut down
outside the window ,
the two that used to do nothing
but gaze one another .
and somewhere a fire is lit,
and the logs in their ash powder
wonder if they ever really stood,
whether they were always alone.

that is the fear
that comes from losing you.
that is the fear
of forgetting what light is like
when you close your eyes "

　ー　Anna-Lynne williams - " Split Infinitive: Poems and Songs "