lantern sun

i used to play spin the bottle with the stars that
were glued to the ceiling just to know what it felt
like to kiss a ghost with poison ivy lips

i also used to hold myself hostage at gunpoint
while playing russian roulette
with my reflection

and i used to think that the sky looked beautiful
upside down but i am sick of dreaming in reverse
because every time i hold on to yesterday,
the lantern sun eventually burns his memory away

he was my partner in crime
and he even taught me
that sometimes, even poems
didn't have to rhyme

forget romeo and juliet, we were rhett and scarlet-
gone with the wind while living a young girl's
dream told in an earthquake sonnet

but shadows are similar to poetry,
with every empty space lingering
inside his journal, the bigger the
void is inside my heart

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