shift

i will crawl back behind something solid
until i see you over walls and across valleys

i will shift a little to the right
in the hope of nudging myself out of your orbit

the absence of a white horse should have given you away
my kingdom will rise and fall just fine without you

cut all the ribbons, untie all the string
and that well-worn thread that keeps you by my side must be torn

my heart lacks the faith to keep you like this
darling, i’m all out of storage space