dissolve into the grey cupboard of winter
and chew the night's eyes with a mouth of slow breaths
with the fog, I walk towards the trees past the pavement in a dream
touch a picture of my past and read the words written a decade ago
that speak of who we once were

a figure on a hill
an icy walk, slow and skinny in the pale moon
shining through the black lines between November's Earth
behind the streets and dull ordered lights
watching with precision

my heart aches with what I have become
but to tear this away would unravel too much
and I lie amongst the stars, focused on the light
as it comes in slow waves