earth and sky & city traffic.

it was the rivet of a man
the obsolete that kept him meaningless
the burden without a drawback to hold to
towards fate and the mystic
between the barrier of time below anything of noon
she waited on him
holding space for the turning point of return
but he never returned
to her
like he did that morning

it was a silouette of time
a lapse in believing
she wore her sweater like ripples of a sea
deep blue
deeper than her eyes
she could withstand the taunting gaze
retreat and memorize her lines
as kernels of hope squared around her
she couldnt write like before
she couldnt squeeze him into the spaces that defined her heart
couldnt even find the break where he now ceased to exist inside
she mazed together places and pieces of fiction on truth memory
do you discover sense before scent is accumulated
into earth and sky and city traffic
commute with me down this long corridor
promise me, she said, promise me you woulnt end me like this
it was all premonition
pre dated
pre planned
pre organized business of affairs
containing the lengths lovers will lie down next to
and trace their way back to where they came
because we forget and forgive five pages long
 too long
a headache is a burden on my night stand 
because now is not like before
before was something different then it was

and this she said with confidence