warrior names

There was a wild fire in the middle of the field
and you
ran
ran
and you forgave yourself on a day
when the sun shone
high.

It's blowing up a storm
out there
on the outside
of forever
tonight
and there is a jack of spades
in a treehouse
where your name
is not recognised/
where the wind always blows;
beautifully.

Remember, remember

I have put you out of my country.

There is no space left over for you in the land
that I have made inside of my head;
little enough room put to the side for life
and the living of it
without a foreign entity
like you.

It has been so long now
that I cannot even remember
the way that your
words
sound.

Your face, even in the days
before the end,
was unfamiliar.

Like trying to remember
the colour of a nightmare
in the moments
before you are
really awake,
on a cold november night;
icy, broken
-surreal.