I woke up remembering September before
your mouth was memory.

I woke up with someone else beside me
and choked on “good morning”.

weak smile, tangled touch, thick mouth
secrets in my mind, we fake a lover’s mime

the night has left us here
with fragments that dream in the air,
fading like fingers in a wet flame

It is immediate and not at all precise
what I meant to say is
all that is left
is what lingers in these words.