You Don't Need

I think it is the hardest when
I see you look at her in a way
I thought was only meant for me --- inspired by me and my heart is black and heavy it is slags of
Merthyr Tydfil and it heaves once and then it sighs once and then there's nothing more so
I walk on through the marshes and my cheeks are burning white and my hood is your rejection and my pain is your connection and a bird
I don't recall called don't recall called don't recall and
I know you must be there because people stop to talk to you you don't need... and the wind howls cross the ice floes and the frozen furrows quicken as
I stumble to the tundra and the tundra is my lover and
I lie here and
I wait here and
I raise one arm unto the sky and if
I raise it high enough and hold it long enough will the snow pull me back through? and it's
Beddgelert and frozen dirt the snow a soothing, smoothing, soothing hand you don't need.... so
I ate a star from the far back, black sky and it floated up behind one eye and wavered there...