we journeyed through
our own personal
waste land
of rocks without water
of shadows light silence
and dried up oceans.

we walked
not holding hands
we were
empty
as the sky blue sky.

it would not rain today.

we drowned a week before today
believed love was
a life raft but
we learned that silence turns to storm
and storm can overcome us.

I tried to draw a map
with strands of your hair,
your eyes, like beaches,
I thought they'd get us
out
of here.
they teach us growing up that love
is the wind and it is big and
ours was, wasn't it, but

never
big
enough
for this.

desert sand swallowed us
your eyes like beaches disappeared
when did you stop being
magic
you used to be
jupiter
when did you fade into
the galaxy
as no more than a dying light.


stars eventually turn
to dust
like us
they die away with the dreams
we give them
they die away with our names.


I am afraid of losing you still
as if you aren't gone
already
I said I would show you love.


we are walking to the chapel
through a land we cannot rescue.

I will show you
a waste land
tarot cards
sailors
I will show you
a typist
still
longing
for love
I will show you
what has
become
of our hearts
I will show you
fear
in a handful
of
dust.