I wipe my hands
of the dust that
my hazy past
had left behind.

I shiver as the
last of the burning
light of my fictional
sun slides down
into the spine
of the earth.

I feel the thud of
thunder guns in
my own beating heart
while the night swallows
me whole
(and hope it can open its
mouth wide enough).

I know the flashes
of hesitant lightning on
my eyelids is
the lingering loneliness
that I've befriended.

I understand that I've
become the invisible
time warp of a new moon
since you were the sun
that made me shine.

I hear the names of
the stars whispering,
yet I cannot remember
your lips forming mine.

So I carve the sound
of love into my heart
so I won't forget
that it still exists,
even if I am doubtful.

And I desperately hope,
so I can gratefully believe.