we’ll stop tonight
where lights carry a trace of us
and moon shines loftily on bare skin
if only to say goodbye
we’ll lay in the long grass
just like you wanted
no questions asked
no answers given
and put the cork into the essence of us
it may still feel unfinished somehow
in the sunshine of your blackest sun,
maybe then, under the searching light,
i’ll stop hearing your goodbyes
you’re listening for my hellos
a year too late
and there are moments in our lives that lay imprinted behind our eyelids, fluttering with every heartbeat, waiting to escape.
this is one.
of stars was another.
different people. different lives.
circles never end.