Bitter Root
We sit miles apart, under the same stars. Burning embers of us lay at our feet. I’m allowing them to smolder so I can watch them slowly fade out, like each of the stars do as the sun beings to rise.
Each new day brings me farther from you. I promise it’s not cold here anymore. I cannot feel your icy stares.
The same sun that brings warmth to the mountain tops shines brightly down here, too. And as it reminds me that distance can keep you safe from ugly burns, I chew the bitter root remarks that you left to linger in my mind. I’m spitting them out, one by one, and replacing them with my own; each of which will shine like golden hour.