Still

I dig into the ground hoping to find what I buried all those years ago. All I'm able find are the bones. Calcified memories of a time- before the lights went out and we choked on the flames wrought between us. It's muddy here where your soul crawled out of my pores. I press my ears unto the Earth, hoping to feel your tremble. That I'll sense your cadence. Still beating. Somewhere. Further, I claw to the depths of our origin. Until my nails are bloody and I can see the shadow of your drifting form. And as my hands rise to my face- robbing the sweat from a jaded crown. I smell the glow of your reach dripping from my palms. I know you're close. Somewhere, still. -James Kelley 2015, All rights reserved.