A Few Earnest Words

An eagle soars with ease; This mirror no longer holds my reflection. 

The next thing I knew, I woke up underneath the branches that seemed to protect me from the daylight closing in all around me. 

I've searched these blankets of land. 

Shores of melancholy matched with a palette of static.

Weary array of antique rose pedals.

You could trace the circumference 

of

my

heart

with

your

fingers

and I wouldn't know to feel your touch.