I watched as my blood turned maroon to compliment the crimson hues in the sky

My footprints leaked aromas mimicking rose mallows and azaleas 

While my breath let the rain-soaked mud infest my lungs

I couldn’t have felt more at peace 

In this temporary moment between myself and Gia

A star, lead astray from it’s constellation

Clung to the moon like a child to their parent’s side after an 11’oclock escapade to the local drugstore for a pack of cigarettes

In a moment

A second

A fraction of time here,

The fog took my voice in its hands and traded me it 

For the familiar smell of pine and escape

And in this occasion

This breathtaking, well needed time of rest

Surrounded by asphyxiating growth 

Finding peace within it’s smell.