there’s a rub
to the waking
when the stillness
seems old ~
when last night’s
surrender to dreams
carries on

the coffee
indifferent
to the ways I have come ~
and places unnoticed
on the way back alone

before I was fallen
my sorrows to spread ~
when searching the darkness
to free ~

pieces
I should have
committed to writing ~
robbed of the story
ne’er meant to be

as I was
for a moment
somewhere still I remain
where we spoke
of lifetimes ~
now faded away

and held
for eternities
breath unto breath ~
so easy the falling
do you remember
that day