lost in the fog of a narrative
binary seasons orange leaves
scarred survived the cold and frozen

the sea got lost in the ocean of memories
and in the sound of winter
a part of apart

dust swirling on my hotel room
lifelike sinkboats taking notes
renovating us into a separation

are we all someone else now
seagulls in a bookforest
turning the foliage in silence

so alone
in our swanlove
and I will carry you, still.