Over great absences speckled with birds
wings, a spell is lifted – dusk like a recited
dance. Routine splashes gold
on chimneys and paves cobblestones
with colour. Breath hangs between
footfalls in gasps.
Stacked houses watch through
gaps in heavy curtains as she threads
herself together. She knows she’ll miss
the smell of your skin, as she watches
you sleep –
the breath leaves morning lungs
on the street and chooses
your window to cloud.
She puts her coat on
quietly and stands in the doorway.
An oak cries a leaf outside
for the way she smiles at your stillness.
You will wake up alone, and great absences
speckled with bird’s wings
will watch the breath fall
in tears from your window.
wings, a spell is lifted – dusk like a recited
dance. Routine splashes gold
on chimneys and paves cobblestones
with colour. Breath hangs between
footfalls in gasps.
Stacked houses watch through
gaps in heavy curtains as she threads
herself together. She knows she’ll miss
the smell of your skin, as she watches
you sleep –
the breath leaves morning lungs
on the street and chooses
your window to cloud.
She puts her coat on
quietly and stands in the doorway.
An oak cries a leaf outside
for the way she smiles at your stillness.
You will wake up alone, and great absences
speckled with bird’s wings
will watch the breath fall
in tears from your window.