CALL ME BELOVED

It was deliberate.
I burned the ships –
cut off my retreat back to your dementia,
before I chose contorting into that chasm
inside your heart where the love belonged –
was it always me? Is that why you miss me?
If ever I turned on the light, in there,
would any of you still faintly glow?
Still I turned back! I turned back,
I stranded you on the shore – the
chasm in my heart ached for you
so I turned, because fuck salvation –
I am the proud pillar of salt you see
blowing away; did the wind carry
my voice? You are loved, forever –
were you running from this ache?
Did you see me turn?