Say what will
when we park on the
hill
and forget to turn our
wheels
toward the curb,
Our clothes are damp
as we stare at the
stars
in a drizzle from
clouds
passing over the moon,
downtown is a vision,
of a city of jewels,
white, green and red
lights
embedded in leviathans
poking the black sky
like they were hungry
fingers
seeing how taut the
skin is
before curling into
fists
to be shaken at a God
who says nothing
but Words neither of
us have heard,
I miss you tonight
and cannot or
will not think of you
not here arguing for
a better seat
an elbow to my ribs,
My heart remains
where you placed it
after you took it
along with my breath,
you made my blood rush
to my head
from the mountain top
where we’ve watched
the sun set and the
moon rise
for half a decade of
coming and going,
kiss and groping
between jabs to the
ribs,
I think of you
driving all night
with your keys
still on the hook,
your car
still parked
with a week of
groceries
in the back seat,
Yes, I said
let us worship
at the altar of our
talent,
let’s be humble
and create reasons to
be
something other than
the anonymous
expiration dates
that lurk and loom
and wait for us
to make promises
we didn’t mean,
Your silhouette
is unseen and
next to me always,
the way you slept
changed the way
I toss and turn,
I say your name
without opening my
mouth,
the moon breaks
through dark clouds
and it begins to rain,
the water beads and
glistens
on the lens of my glasses,
the world is little
else
but a ghostly white
radiance
when the light is
allowed,
My fists unfold,
you touch my head
and ask for some
gossip
as I wait for you to
kiss me
but then there is only
the dark air
surrounding
Where you would have
stood.