Waking
daylight is bled dry.
there is no vein
of silver to tap, only
this cold crag hewn in
an onslaught of night.
you left me in a state
of flux, perched in
an airport for a flight lost
over the atlantic. submerged
in water, hypothermic and
heavy with dark, i drown
with the full moon.
didn't anyone tell you
don't make promises you can't keep?