if you were blurred away by the swipe of a finger
and all you did was continue to walk down
the road, apparition on the asphalt, petals of
drifting gone leaves, sticking to nothing;
if you were told, turn your eyes up to the
sun let its pale light wash your face

then you would be gone
footsteps, vanished
you would be gone
steady heartbeat, to the win
and you would be gone—
erased.

if you were blurred away by the swipe of a finger
and all you did was continue to walk down
the road, apparition on the asphalt, petals of
drifting gone leaves, sticking to nothing;
if you were told, turn your eyes up to the
sun let its pale light wash your face

then all that would be left
are the patters against the leaves
all that would be left
is the swaying of the trees
and all that would be left—
not you.

turn my eyes up.
turn my eyes up.
I will be gone soon.