// Signals //

I have lit a candle
(Every night this summer)

placed it on the window

of the dark – I thought –

 

just in case maybe

we got some

thing

crossed, if by chance

my distortions

read your mindsymbols

wrong.

~

(Street lamps flicker at the end

of my road. Holograms. Lacerations.

The distance between stars

as

measured by our hands.)

~

I am usually much

more clever, better put

together,

it’s just that time

has fallen so quiet

all over inside

since you are gone.

.

.