Domino

Uncovered pages discovered beneath

a trunk of dust, forgotten—forgiven.

Footsteps washed away from an uncharted

shore. The moon keeping its eye on

erased embrace. Swallowed pride.

When the sun is off and the lights burned

out. I pour myself into a mold of slumber.

Everything thought, felt—vanished.

Clap your hands, stomp your feet,

anything, yes anything.

Hands of time are clasped tightly together,

bracing itself for shadows of the now.

My faith in you, your disregard, a

smile that wilts only slightly when

there’s nothing left to say.

Voices of night send prayers.

Some answered, some not—I’ll

never know the difference. Your

scent still lingers, your harmonies

still resonate.