the edges of your face burn like tattered corners on streets that are washed away by tears
your fingers like the letters in my poetry blaze like trembling sun rays, glittering in my eyes
leaving streaks of yellow intimate memories behind
dreamy skin tone ride the waves of soft scents underneath my eye lashes. Breathe.
crying laughter upon the golden sky
raised by tears and late night summer dinners alone/
I gathered your favorite songs and composed a heart of those pretty notes
so that I can play for you at all hours of those short nights
laying next to you and hearing the moon in your chest sink into child like darkness

a face dug into the pillow. A brief gathering for coffee.
5 goodbye kisses.
and a broken anchor tied to my ankles
every time you had to leave
why couldn't I be born next to you
on the same bed under the same sky

our hearts stand like old cities that have been destroyed
by war, and defeat

black and white, the rats infest our streets
the rain water trails down the sidewalk
the buildings are full of death
the ground mourns for the burden placed upon it

and we die
we wither away
we wither away

Isolated in each others mourning.