I blinked again and. I wasn't dead. I was a favorite child in it's bed. . You had to look. In praise and alarm. Yet I hold nothing. In my arms but my arms.
The end of a love affair. A scene from a film. Just as familiar. As the love had been. . I woke and couldn't sleep. Before a word was said. The gap was ocean deep.
The morning belongs to the night. Until it comes with a light. Until it's born with a spark. Until it outgrows the dark. . And there it hangs for a moment.
Well I'm walking in these streets again. I'm back and it all looks the same. And I feel like a man who returned from the moon. Gotta be what it's like to return from the moon.