We were floating away,
ethereal like the shimmer of sun...

The clouds sweep over the mountains
like thick cottonwood seeds...

The hole in your heart
where the moon once lived...

I hunger
like the moon...

I put myself in a little box
one that shuts...

You said
that you would...

I feel your hands
circling...

I am learning
to rest...

Abruptly
like a broken hasp...

I ache
for...

We were walking
along the edge...

I feel I am slipping away.
I fade...