Someday I'll hear her where she remains,
somewhere in the old room
where part of me still lives.
Someday I'll kiss the sky to reach her
where she resides in me.
Somehow she will be waiting
in my shadow.
Don't worry, my Horizon,
you will forget her
as my knees will remember loving her,
and reaching up only to fall.
I'll pick myself up to fall from her mouth
as words unspoken, dying, sputtering.
Someday I'll become myself and find her
gone to become the sky.
I'll look up and call her Mother
when wrath rains down
and the Heavens cry;
Then her shadow will become
the most beautiful part of me.