I had a dream one day
that all the angels were
dressed in black as
they spoke my name
i thought they lamented
for me but
i realise now they were
mourning our love.

There is an infinity
between the walls of this room
there is an ephemeral affinity
between midnight and noon
and the curtains at last
would bring rise to an absence
while the ceiling has seen
all our natural afflictions
derisions, incisions left lasting
from storms and from partings
given thoughts it would form
the most honest predictions
there is an infinity
between our vacant caresses
that exist yet only
when my mind digresses