Hawkeye (Not What You Think)

Gold, frankincense, myrrh, and the miles I placed at your feet.

All these things given in the name of hope.

A second in your time, a millennia in mine.

I am now on the other side a continent away.

Chipping away at a life more lost than the last.

The blood that is not there feels warm at my ankles.

Can I walk through that wall? I don't know, til I try.

If I thrust these shears into my thigh will I feel better?

Can I somehow balance it all out?

You're not there, but you are there.

Chasing my thoughts between the alien and surreal.

I think you might have been real.

I think you could have been more at ease with that fact.

It doesn't matter.

Woodland spires stretch above, as I read Hawkeye with a tiny black dog.

This is me now.

I'm here.