and now the shade
        is creeping in

and now I can see
          that I loved you
      too late

and now there is no shelter
                                         in the feathers
          of your hummingbird hands

and now your words
              can no longer
                                       eliminate distance

and now despair
       is lashing
                                at the heel

and now I’m only reading
                                             shadow in the hollow
            pools of your eyes