Outside

The shadows of the cars

Creep long against the cracks and gravel.

The air is putting on the slightest chill.

The moon's aloof,

Abandoning me

For a higher perch between

The thin and lonely clouds.

I'm the one who stitched your sails.

I'm the reckless one who flew.

The sky's in need of silver haze,

Although I haven't got a cigarette these days.

There's not a star to grace the night.

They left me for another man

A year or two ago.

I never craved another hand before.

I loved the solid empty night

With poems and a prayer

To stand for fickle lovers.

Now, I only smoke regret.

I'm the one who lit you bright.

I'm the one you never knew.

I'm the one who couldn't land.

- 10/3/25