Remains
Release
all
that
is
unfinished
between
us,
empty
of
dreams
and
imagings,
past
recognitions,
say
something
about
death
and
pain,
the
lack
of
alternate
endings.
Open
your
hands
or
close
them,
look
away
from
me,
pretend
you
are
free.
Travel
by Car
Air
hissing
through
cracks
of
a window,
insufficient
light
against
a mirror;
the
study
of
lines and expressions.
Eyes,
a mouth
slight
closed
or
open,
past
miles of fields
and
fences;
houses
and gardens
touching
to
obsure
the
boundaries,
passage
of dark or light,
whatever
comes
from
the sky,
each
season -
all
thing gone from.