find their house on a
wideshot moving back
to restrain a couple
making strokes on a
confused canvas, not
knowing where they
will be tomorrow.
Tonight, after the
door slid shut, I
wondered what slipped
into that mind
or what rolled down
those cheeks, or if
I had made a decision
for the both of us
or I am a terrible person
in a non-sarcastic way this time.
not for bringing you along
but for letting it escape me.
But do not cut the face
out of the photos
or tear the cards or
forget the number
Do not forget the
trips to the city
or in the music
or across the ocean.
They are not gone
they are not over
Nothing died
Because only we will know.
So do not search for an
empty space under the quilt
It's never empty.
The furnace burns
But only we will know
I go exploring
but never leave
No.
I never leave
I never die
I haven't yet.
No.
I'm Alive.
"Now that day is over,night is drawing nigh,
shadows of the evening
steal across the sky.
Now the darkness gathers,
stars begin to peep,
birds, and beasts and flowerssoon will be asleep."