We go on.

She’s alone now,

this girl of mist

——

And your face billows to me like

windswept curtains, on

the beach.

Waves maybe, but

the sand isn’t real in this

dreamscape.

——

And you are at once milky and

fluorescent and

I hold onto your gold like

good medicine because that’s

what you are.

——

So, lay it all on me, like

a midnight moon

cracked open

egg-like

on my empty highway 

of a heart.

——

We go on.

——