The Invisible

Debt laden 
I turn the ashes 
where you left the footmarks. 

My native pain 
will not go, for a distant truth. 

Unscheduled 
like a robot, 
you kill your own, noiselessly, and then 
think with your guts. 

Achingly you admit 
the alien for a lipless kiss, 
struggling to hold back your tears. 

A star breaks, in green dark, 
without throwing light. 
I beg the sky to give back my baby. 

Forgive me, 
O unforgettable, I never 
understood myself.