"i"

"i was born to be crushed."
tiny fragments of bone and dust
they linger on the tops of the trees you walk through when you're alone.
i was afraid that you had gone...
but what was i afraid for?
the tiny bits of you are imprinted into my soul
 
if i were to cry, it would be for the years building up to this
the roads i walked to get to you

i'd burn them all...