My shirttail is undone
And your lips aren't painted
Except with the soft shades of surrender

My dreams are tattooed with kudzu
Your scent catches sweetly against the air
Spilling my heart as you close the door

Your eyes have been watering
But I'm hundreds of miles away
Thousands, if you include the pillow

I flick the hourglass on the nightstand
Witnessing myself slipping down the glass
As the last of the grains slowly trickle down

You fix your hair in the mirror
And I know my days are numbered
As years disappear from the calendar

I catch a glimpse of our first kiss
Soft and sudden like rolling thunder
Hands tugging at the threads of infinity

But the stairwell whispered its certain destiny
And watched, as my heart took the flight up
Yours took the flight down