7:42 pm . cellar
she takes the salt
right out of the stars,
spreads it across
wounds.

coffee, tea.
what you could be
here or now or never,
there's something in it
to miss you,
wish after it.

set up the scene
extraordinary, mesmerising.
just words on the napkin

haven't done this before,
what am i to do with my
awkward eyes? you've got
a face like someone else.

six hours of sunset &
the unknown destination

my footsteps all over your torso.

nostalgia . uncertainty