Remaining dues...

I am the skeleton in my own closet,
The hiatus when I go amiss,
Look for me between your fingers,
I am the wind in your hair
And out through the space in between...
Remain, remain...
Post-destruction,
My line of sight befalls and Boom!
My thunderbolt,
Or my benediction;
Remain, remain...
Leveed from me...
Free of my chaos
And our Evangeline.

You are my half-eaten breakfast bread,
My frozen cannabis confiscated,
I am the wind, always the wind,
In your beautiful hair.

And out through the space in between....

Dead or besotted, what line sorts the two,
Awake or just alive, what reason remains
To pay the dues...

Adieu.