Night

If I were alone,

To catch your tears in my palm
Hidden from the downward flood
Pressed against the chilling arch.
If the ivy were fingers
Creeping up to the heights
Only your tears have travelled
Reveling in your grief.
If you were standing behind me
Not watching my folly from above
A single thought, a single body
To stave your boundless pains.

Though disappointed sighs do not reach me
Still your presence leaves a void

But is it not cruel
How your tears beat blameless pavement?
Wearing it away
Another collateral inanimate concrete.
Your face above grows dark from fury
But still the stars taunt you
Happily winking from the deep navy
Between the taints of lighter smoke.
Glaring back from yellow eyes
Half lidded, slit irises
Set upon speckled glowing whites
Willing them to cower and hide.

Turning your waxen eyes to meet mine
How can one not see the hurt?

If the cold swish of a skirt on puddles
Were a gentle exhalation
If the wailing of your sigh
Were a deep throated howl

Dear sky, we understand each other well