You Don't Need

I think it is the hardest

when I see you look at her

in a way I thought was only

meant for me --- inspired by me

and my heart is black and heavy

it is slags of Merthyr Tydfil

and it heaves once

and then it sighs once

and then there's nothing more

so I walk on through the marshes

and my cheeks are burning white

and my hood is your rejection

and my pain is your connection

and a bird I don't recall

called don't recall

called don't recall

and I know you must be there

because people stop to talk to you

you don't need...

and the wind howls cross the ice floes

and the frozen furrows quicken

as I stumble to the tundra

and the tundra is my lover

and I lie here

and I wait here

and I raise one arm unto the sky

and if I raise it high enough

and hold it long enough

will the snow pull me back through?

and it's Beddgelert and frozen dirt

the snow a soothing, smoothing, soothing hand

you don't need....

so I ate a star from the far back, black sky

and it floated up behind one eye and wavered there...