The heavy dark eyeshadow
that wrapped around your blue gems
projected a depth
I later learned you simply didn't have.
Standing on the sidewalk,
kicking pebbles against a brick wall,
Dave approached.
I didn't speak. There was nothing
to say, and he read the sorrow on my face.
‘They can't all be artists,’
he said in a humorous tone.
We studied the complex surface of the moon
in silence, for at least fifteen minutes
before we parted for the night.