The Last Night

Tonight we fall into worn out familiar places, our drifting sides of the bed, two sad half-moon faces. Eclipsed black holes stare back at me, your heavily weighted eyes, lids dropping beneath the pressure of all the unspoken whys. Moonshine does its nymph dance at the edges of our thinning skin, slowly undoing fraying laces, tearing apart what might have been. Whispered sighs tiptoe over cracked eggshells and cool pillowcases while dreams bide their time in the wide expanse, finding freedom in open spaces. Dawn is waiting, licking cracked lips ready to absorb the scraps of our waste. Hungry red clouds will swallow you up, and all I can do is wait.