10:47 pm . mute
some faultlines never meet
never cause a quake or even
a quiver.

but we? we brushed each other
briefly
through obsidian nights & diamond days &
the heat that rose up from the pavement
when the rain broke, at long last.
feeling the tension & the ceasing &
knowing the length of our longing
was not long lasting.

so we never caused a quake
or even a quiver.

nostalgia . uncertainty