when the morning sun slipped through the cracks in her walls
motes of dust they floated through there like thoughts in free fall.
she kissed me then with fingers crossed, a spark in her eyes.
wrapped herself around my body. whispered "baby, you're mine"
her brow was marked with the sweat of some old fever dream.
her stripes slipped across my fingers. she was in my bloodstream.
three days and three nights flew past us, then a knock on the door.
the battles had come to our hometown. the call could not be ignored.
now the morning sun slips down through a cold lifeless sky.
shining down in sterile dispassion, never answering why.
my heart it aches for her always and i'm empty inside.
i'm reaching across the distance. she's not hearing me cry.