Charly Raeithel

Haunted by the ifs
Of this life and a next
I bring to you a prose
I praise you in a text
That love birthed all most vicious of a such
That nothing disturbs greater
Than possibility of touch
And that
To live
Will mean to rise again
What if…
That moment when you broke that chain
You went to swim
To wash your weathered heart
To find home with the sane
To drift, thus have your love fall
in her hands apart