I return to the past with twice my hindsight 

high on sadness 

I think those who thrive alone are less suited for flesh 

and more common with bones

I met you some years before

It was before I realized 

I would never be anything 

never become disentangled 

from the artifacts of the centuries I have survived 

dismantled, abolished, perfected, alive

it wasn't the wings that were broken 

it was the tenant who owned them

she was careless, rough, 

wishful, an aching earful 

never quite captivating enough  

I was her guardian

her marrow 

her heroine 

her diehard 

her clean and steadfast getaway car 

I outcast us to the island 

I gave faultless directions 

I knew what I was amending 

the tenant 

ruthless, disentangled 

the assassin 

spared us

took us out

I return to the past with twice my hindsight 

high on sadness 

I think those who thrive alone are less suited for flesh 

and more common with bones