The sun just bled to death on my horizon.
A mangy dog all bones and bloated belly looks
At me with pitiful weeping eyes.
This skinny girl keeps asking random strangers
If they are in need of company, when they say no
She wonders if they
Have some spare change or a smoke.
Unless of course they say yes then the story changes and she disappears with her new 5 minute friend.
The greyness coagulates and begins to drool.
Out in the street chunks of rain congeal to fragrant mix
Of piss and motor oil, a dank drudge that sludges its way to the sewer.
I contemplate how empty are my arms.
My view of this world is skewed by lack of you.
(Missing) is not only a state of mind
It is as immense as the black subzero
Space that currently engulfs the world.
Once again I imagine us back then, when reality
we float in a tiny boat on a
Firefly sea of dreams.
That is just before the
-apocalypse of distance-
made us, a long romantic echo.
Now I can’t trust my memories. Nothing could possibly
Justify 12,795.1 kilometers of space between our lips.
I am sitting alone on a rock in the rain with the night
Wet and cold seeping into my bones.
My faith that our moon is returning
is all that sustains me.