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.