we
filed the point to a
nub
and
buried it in the
sand
we
chipped it off with a
club
no longer would it
stand
gleeful
zealots cling to
ideas
but couldn't rescue us from
ambiguous seas
every
pinnacle above
the rest
smashed by a
successor
and floundering I almost
submitted
to your
saviour
the
humour of it all?
bring me
home once more
I'll show you what you
missed
in the dark
the
spaces between
nothing
the
nothing between
us
meet me in the
parking lot
after
work
one
delicate trace of
cold night
whispers through the
window
lacing our
warmth with
obsidian
until killed by the
summer
I'm left retracing my
steps
to
find myself
wondering
where I
lost you