That dawn, as you left
I laid still on bed and waited.
The grand absence-of-you to settled in thick
like a fog between the furniture, across floors,
and delicate on my skin:
It was kind.
Through a curtain slit
I caught a star set
and in an act of romantic desperation,
let it hold my breath.
I even vowed to it-
’til sun do us part’.
Locked along one line of sight
we waited while my eyes stung
with minutes, minutes and minutes.
Then, the sky broke
and the star bled out the entire sun
and I watched through her funeral song.
The morning shook
with nothing but light
until there was really no point at all.
But, knowing that out in the there
you are, I can.