I miss you on dark days
The rain falling softer and less saline than tears
When the moon highlights our race
I am beside myself in silence

Shivering cold through warm layers
Turn, turn your pages

I spelled out your name in pencil lines
Everything dies in stages

With a stare like candle burn
I can actually see the wind
She is screaming through the brokenness
And throwing up her hands

I could leave this setting
Wandering barefoot down thundered streets
And gashing the earth
With borrowed talons.

Nice.