I don’t recall the color of your smile,
the sound of waking up beside your breath,
through dreams you mumble, tripping all the while,
o’er words you say when sleep sequesters death.
Memories like San Francisco plaster,
dissolving through the dawn’s relentless mist;
rusted bridges seem to burn us faster,
lest we burn them first with clenching fists.
I lost the road we journeyed once to get here,
looked back to find my footsteps faded now,
retracing tracks with eyes untuned to darkness,
tripping into dreams where I have drowned.
I can know the clouds in cloudless skies.
I can love you without knowing why.