slight, and sunset-slow
she moves,
a liquid in my night's heart.
dark hair a drift
in black tides of love long lost.

months and days and hours
and the never-known hand.
a sweet time
imagined, this day
this hour, this moment

and reaching for that hand once more,
gin-soaked and grieving,
this once-was love
falls,
slow
and clear.

chords lost,
bright
and sharp.

and coda.

and breathe.