it's all gone
already
a grain of sand
a thousand
slipping down
the invisible curve

your fingers rest
on the cool glass
the way they once did
on my waist

and you wonder
the way you did
the day my heart
ceased
being away
how the trees
are still locked in the paper
how the stars
dead
and dying
shine
with the same intensity

you wonder
if the leaves
the one that you wonder
brushing against you cheek
will survive this winter
entwining you
already to follow
after
my shadow