Tonight's sky is mostly made of pain,
Lightning wounding bruise-purple.
Rain threading through
Your hair as you wave
At someone who
Was maybe never there.
Feet pattering with the rain,
Over dead autumn leaves,
We seek somewhere.
And in the alley you wave
again and again
To the person who
Was maybe never there
Your grief, louder than thunder.
Ruby taillights, diamond headlights
Bounce off the broken green bottle shards
Revealing features, with shadows
Rubbed into the sides of
Our noses, our mouths, our souls.
We wave, together now
Our arms flowing into the rain.
Somehow, our finger tips tangle together
Warm skin on skin, and
Behind us, tea-stained wall.
We are slicks, nothing more
Of oil on the road and tequila kisses,
rolls of barbed wire and dust,