Charm Bracelet

One of these days

I'll write pages about you;

books upon books taken from your skin

and lungs.

I want to collect all you've breathed in

and held over these years.

Let go

I'll place the words you've inhaled

on a charm bracelet

and keep it somewhere safe and quiet

because that's where I never got a chance

to hear you.

I'll take the pictures I never painted and

the music I never wrote

and build a gallery around your self.

It's okay

I know you can't capture a soul in a painting

but I poured in as much of mine as I could spare

I know it's nowhere near full

But that's as much of you as I could

be without becoming myself again.

I had to compose it quickly before I crystallized

and froze again

and became trapped in a mould forever.

It's like flying

Maybe if I plunge myself in to your flame for long enough

I'll be able to brand myself anew.

I've already heated your charm bracelet self enough to

sear each word in to my wrists