I have already left,
Though you see me here
This is just an after image
A body disposed
Nothing that could cast a shadow

Have you not noticed my lingering
On the windows?
        I am somewhere
Beyond this street, beyond this long silence
Claimed by sulfur lamps
But even they are growing smaller
Wandering toward anywhere
But this small prison
That has held our skin together
       To long

The wind has found my name inside it
A red beating leaf taken from the tree
It once called father, no longer able to hold fast
Lost to the seduction of nowhere in particular
But taken and taken and already gone