a month of this and even the moon is sullen

all the while waiting for your surrender smile

white & bright, but it was the light that never shone.

you're no lighthouse: i can't depend on you.

and now the paper cranes are all in bottles,

a thousand origami birds i didn't know how to fold.

i offered fortune tellers, but i had to

leave the fortunes blank; i don't believe in destiny.

and maybe that's why i wasn't enough.

a harvest sky & its bloodied sun sank behind me

because i am wordless, aimless—unable to connect

and flailing in the dark.