last time

what did you do to make me grow tired of you?
so swift and unexpected
so wearisome
it ended like a disorienting dream of carnivals gone cloudy
I'm startled from my revelry and find an empty carcass where you ought to be.
yours was the first time-
an instant of feeling in a frozen landscape-
but yours was the last time
and we're still here, stuck to the ground
where our footprints should be.
if our bodies never move from here, will our hearts remain as static?
will our souls stay tied to earthly forms that we so late detested
stay bound unto these arms and legs that never moved us forward
forever retreating into caves of safety, stability, stagnation, 
and fear of things unknown and unfelt.
who are we now
if not un-tethered in the unfamiliar?
no world to conquer
no lessons to learn 
just embedded in the earth like concrete rosebushes
harnessed memories of things once beautiful
never blooming until that day when the soil is washed away
and we float on
on
on into the deep blue foreignness beyond.