Falling Upwards

A poem

Photo by Jeremy Perkins on Unsplash

Dissolving into crisp air
I have lost every part of myself, and now
I must go
I must knock
Upon a door that shall never open to me
I must be
Stolen from and taunted and –
I, worth little more than the space between
My psyche and your ether –
You recant my gift before I even
Meet your gaze

Physical and bare
Light leaves my marrow, and mass fills the
Benumbed gaps

So that I may soon ascend again
And for a pleasure not my own
Be denied once more