I won’t need you
when the sun has passed
into another
sleepless night –
where shadows fall
and nightbirds
grieve the day

I won’t need
the time you gifted
or a memory to curse
when twilight burns
and stars
the dark betray

I won’t need you
when tomorrow
has been washed into the past
on shores
I never wandered –
forgotten
why we came

I won’t need you
when this life is gone
and all I’ve left
is bone –
and cooler now
the lips that held
your name

. . .