burnt offerings

You told me you were leaving

I watched you pace

that empty house

It was more of a vessel

A receptacle

It held nothing but

twisted limbs

and foreboding bodies

I had lost myself in that house

I have no idea who I am

But you two

You- who brought in

three lumps
They were mistaken for

frankincense and gold

and I, that myrrh

You laughed at my misfortunes

Found comfort in my absence

You told me you were leaving

I would have followed you

why couldn’t you do the same