Of Happy Endings

It’s night, but I’m

not dreaming.

It’s night, but I

can see him

highlighted in gold.

Darkness persists through

eons of nothing

until his gold rusts

into bronze;

until my eyes stretch

into rings;

until I can see everything.

It's a city, but there’s

no sound.

It's a city, but only

he is allowed.

I am outside, balancing on

the barrier, pause.

I haven’t moved an inch.

I was born in

this position,

before he crossed.

It’s a house, but

the rooms are empty.

It’s a family, but

a father’s missing.

It’s love, but

it won’t make us happy.