You sleep in a city that looks in on itself
a tangerine sky scalds the fields

and you wonder if I'll survive
here alone in our bed tonight.

It's good to be strong.
It'll be easier in the long run.

I've changed
from the one who cried
when you left

to become the keeper of this little flame.

I listen over and over
to the message
you left on the phone

and wonder
at my bottomless need

for this cold ash of loneliness.

You're hiding in the back of my mind
like ocean in seashell.

It feels like just yesterday
when I flew under you

feeling my skin settle and shape
around yours.

Now I send you internet letters
And hope that you can read
what is trapped between lines.

I sleep in the country
on the edge of the water

my words spill like minnows
onto the white blinking screen.