Cyclism.

  She left my body to the foliage
in the woods, where the wind
       snatched me up and carried
   me to the vacant sky
          when it was starving
       itself of jealousy. I
   made it satisfied with all of
         the remorseful traits
    i possess. I offered the moon
               more shades of grey
  than it could comprehend.
         And the constellations,
     they fed on my organs
              that were filled to the
          brim with insecurity,
                with all of the questions
           i've been trying
                        to ask you.