what happens when
we run out of
questions?
when words are rendered
oblivious
pulled under miles of
layers of
unexplained?
gazing, probing
through stars gleaming in
our eyes
far away
in the cold
you took my hand
barely grazed a sentence
and
was that the end?
combinations of letters only
the length of our arms
as you reached
out to me
and i to you
a sudden draft of wind
that we’ve been afraid of
pulling
us
away from each other
since the first time we learned
words are so limited.
don’t say
anything.
no more
reaching.
you place your lips
to my eyelid
gently
and seal the 26 Roman letters
the thousand characters
the lines, curves, dots
the insufficient variations—
and when you leave me behind
any form of good bye
is not enough
-Aberswyth
