UNDER-LAND

      portrait of indecision,
             beckon me with your absinthe smile.    
   our dreams were higher than church-spires,
              casting effervescent light in our grey apartment.
  
you moved like oil on water;
        i knew always
             i could not hold you.

    [starlight, splinter the inkshape of sky-
           this is the place where suicides come to rest.]

my endless letters could not anchor you;
         could not keep you here.
    the night i came to your funeral,
            i wept for us and for all we have lost.

i drove home aimlessly that night.
     the roads we used to walk hand-in-hand
were a thing of wonder-
   a silent, endless processional of pale streetlight.