TATTOOED BONES

Tattooed Bones.

I want to be Alone.
Each time I say it,
I Tattoo it in my Bones.
I’m searching for something
Half-remembered,
Half Created,
A Union stronger than a coupling.
I let my Heart grow heavy
And turn to Stone,
Weighing me down in the River
Of You.
I’ve paused,
Like an intake of Breath
A moment before speaking
Words that carry Promise
And Truth.
This is what I want.
This is who I am.
No more Hope and Wonder,
Just Security of Knowledge
That this is the Path for Me.