culled by a poem

i remember you in strands
sometimes a broken tooth
sometime a dance or dream
it's the weight in my head
i remember most

i wish you were here now
i wish you gone
some other becoming
a drop of wet sand

and still i think of poetry
after all that
and before
i am culled by you

in empty abundance

folds of wind

no one believed you
words and emotions pulled
too far
apart

no one saw you
you cast a shadow
and hid
beneath your shade

you said outloud
no one loves me
and the breeze picked up
and moved you away

we drown each other
with unfurled tounges