in my house
the far-off sound
of people kissing
we drove through
a city of lights
and all around us
silence
somewhere
in another room
someone is being sick
in my house
the far-off sound
of people kissing
we drove through
a city of lights
and all around us
silence
somewhere
in another room
someone is being sick
i’d written
ten thousand poems
to an imaginary city
a world of words
writ
against impossible
skies
where silence soared
like high rise buildings
tunneling towards the sun.
we landed
in the capital
at dawn
your fingers
squeezed to your
temples
and the sound
of distant
helicopters
all the simple
parts of our lives
vanished
and at that moment
i gave up on
ever remembering
what happened next…