Time to Go

the fire blankets

my naked body,

in warmth,

and whiskey

heats my heart,

and im close

to leaving

final footprints

that will wash away

next time it rains,

unlike the burden

of this town, lingering

like dust behind

stars that run from space.

is this how the coals feel

when they no longer

cast shadows of flame?

subdued to crackled glow,

fading in the night

as bits of dead limbs.

I'm not sure

how long it will take

for my fossils to erode,

but I hope

I forget

before they do.