your own time

there sitting

on the roof

my tree house

smoking

out of order

smoking silence

high like that

inside turn

ing tick

ing tock

ing silence

smoking like a gun

searching for its cause

the horizon flame

you are no moth

you are marked

marking the day

i got your nose

like petrichor floating

searching for home

you are doubtful

double triple checking

the fire you started

is still receiving

like a child latching

yes

the silence feeds

that time turning flame

and my flame

is flaunting

her acrobatics

don't ask

what it means

while she's dancing

wonder about that

on your own time

if you ever find

such a thing

come to me

with your tears pooling

close your eyes

press them into my palms

and i'll pardon you

of your claims

i shall bless you

like a stranger

caught sneezing

ha your own time

achoo

how else do you know

when someone's talking

about you

but the sharpening

of silence

now

forget your name

take this blade

and cut through