sometimes.

when my eyelids fall and i become another person
when the daytime shadow is swallowed, and i’m standing in the middle of the road
staring up throughout a massive abyss, a deep sea wreck,
sparkling as if you had laid out a thousand shards of glass,
these are the stars.

in the grass, as if it were possible to pause a moment,
feel the steady blades soft and comforting beneath the heated weight of my body.
staring up into an intense darkness, through the glitter and beauty
sweeping on a road to my own thoughts,
there are some scars.

if i could reach out and touch your hand, it’s just too far away.
there was an apology and a sentence i just never got to say.
if i could let you feel the way my soul relaxes into the ground, belly up,
thoughts scattered, lost in the moment of a clean night and a sweet sky.
if i could just take one night, the steady cascade of crickets, and what i would give
to remember the scent of your skin.

there’s a place, somewhere, a solid moment on a solid road
when i’ll sink into a field for a temporary minute, breathe to the sky.
you’ll take a step outside, and underneath the black curtain of dark night,
remember a certain moment from a certain time,
when all that hung in our hearts was the warm feeling of one another.
when you stand and stare into the blackblue, you’ll think of the existence
of a special desire, a sweeping memory,
as we stare into one another, through a backlit sky.