Division, parting ways with
a decision. Hearing still,
when you wake, when you scream,
falling at what might be
your final breath.
I still yearn
to catch you, in these arms,
which are still burning
like the boughs of a tree,
caught in its blaze.
I still keep
with what remains united
among cherished dreams,
where kisses swelled,
upon our wings, where we sold
our hearts, being naked
in lasting sunlight.
When moonlit streams
from ever-transparent eyes,
were displayed,
I found myself unable,
for this emptying life
ever getting to know another
in such extensive,
familiar patterns.
I cannot
for this wearied existence,
find myself waking up
to see another’s shape,
in one glowing,
harrowing silhouette,
as I cannot
find myself sleeping
near another, who represents
the coldest absence.