At the edge of the expanse

I stand at the edge of expansion and sadness
where the waves crash and the wind whips around me
where I know there is a well of gold yet untapped no matter how much of it threads through your skin
where the wind and the sky are still mine and not ours
where walls once unremarkable echo with your voice

I just want to run
until I can’t breathe
until breathing is only between me and the molecules of the trees

I don’t know the space that exists
the one where you still surround me but I can’t see you
where I can reach out far
like climbing silk
and you will hear me
but I won’t feel your heartbeat under my cheek

where I am me again, just me
in the same life I was in before
where I can be anything
and the pressure and exhilaration of that
throws me back on the roller coaster

where you are still the ground, and I am still the sky
and I must discover the forest without you

with joy and confetti,

Alexa