the light is fading into this evening
and i'll never know what to do with you now
cards falling on the table like your lips to my back
twisting me to missing home
in two different places at once.
the way the weight of the light fell on me in early afternoon
cued me in on your nostalgic gaze
remembering my body in different fames of consciousness
constructing loss and sadness in a quivering chin.
we'll never return to that color in the room
because when i go home
i'll wrap myself in miles and years
and watch the chips reassemble in stacks
to fall where they may.