said goodbye
but never let you go
your hands clasped around my heart
in no particular way
as my eyes were sealed
with desperate sorrow
yours remained opened in the frame

days rolled past
as clouds do on a windswept day
and on a friday when the sun will beg to stay
on a distant shore it will ultimately yearn to fade

the ominous landscape

the brooding sky a refuge

for distant dreams

a fervent grasp of faded time

unrelenting hands

reduced to a whisper

on a starless night

sunk to the belly

of the blackest hole

emerging in a

muddied haze

aware of the advancing days