He creeps in
between the lines on the radio
and the highway
lingering there
carried away
by the blurred
glow of tail lights.
And I wander deep
into the shadows
tangled inside
his memory
searching
as its darkness holds me.
And I to it.

Bare
as the stripped trees.
Emptied as
a needle drawing out
the light
like the fading sky.

The only escape
is
to let go
but
its comfort
its
familiarity
is the closest I’ll ever be
to a home
that was him
so
i stay and
embrace the sadness.