indigo evening

indigo evening
wraps memory
tight enough to
constrict me,

inhale efforts
but no room in
my chest.

ghosts of you
burn behind eyes
escape in swim
& tears.

arms ache down
to fingertips
to unwrap
tight memory.
unravel.
undo.

indigo evening
so full of longing
it can only be
empty.

wrapped in all
which cannot be
rewoven.

ghosts of you
press heavy on emptiness,
break into dreams
for years.

for years.