Breath Memory

The Home I Carry

The home

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Tonight,

I am the prism, parting light.

And I lie beneath walls.

That have memorised my breath.

The sky poured with

Shining sugar sparkles alike mine,

Smoothing the moon’s rhythm.

Departure arrives as remorse —

The breeze spreads itself.

Holding my hands,

Stealing the scent,

Blooming in my garden.

I could trap the scent.

Before it escapes my life

Into the deep lands

The rooted to relief,

Into the bags of the future.

My heart gallops.

I hug my arms

Across my chest.

Yet somewhere inside

A voice sharpens:

To hold on to the shelter.

The home, not yet chained me —

Or taught me to leave.