Testo Nothing

the moths
gnaw
the rust
oranges
the dust
coats
but nothing
dulls my love for you the leaves
rot
the blood
clots
the halos
glow
|the scar still
shows
i saw you
from a train window
i never wanted to let you go
even though we never even said hello
but nothing
but nothing
i ride my horse until it has no name
my fingers tangled in its mane
until i am
me again