(n) indulgence in aimless thought or dreamy imagining
In memory you are lost
As I second guess the cost
Of sickness spreading faster
Unmitigated disaster
Dwelling on those winter days
Brand new love a dizzy haze
Walking far into the night
Knowing we were quite the sight
In the timepiece of my heart
Hoping something new will start
Waiting til the stars align
For you again to be mine
Stars dissipate above and below.
I’m watching you move,
silently, now.
Horizon ticking by,
violet-orange bruise,
tender to the touch and yet.
You make it a habit to revisit those colors,
hoping to close this distance,
resistant to you.
The ache subsists,
I’m set adrift,
river-dark bleeding I’m
dreaming of you.
Woolgathering 