back to clean my waves

as i wanted to, i said goodbye.
i walked through the opaque noise
and kept listening
even though i knew better
feathers were being plucked off
my back and my arms stopped breathing.
i folded into wasp bites and the paper
trail bled out; dry closed eyes.

i am sorry we collided- you and i.
i should have held you closer
while the wisest of the blind
fell over my pain.
bloody regrets
now dried up as forever
roses with spineless
thorns.

sorry won't be enough.
living will.