I have fallen off that
cliff again.
That rigged cliff
that gently kissed
the night (away).
The rocky cliff,
it cannot hold our
weight.
And so who is to
fall, if not you?
(Then me).
I couldn't catch
the stars for you,
this time.

Writing on the backs
of parking tickets and paychecks

Writing on the back of you.

Drawing pictures with my fingers.

the memories I want to make in this place
are no longer on hiatus, they
peer between laced fingers and
whisper your name