I carry a torch

I carry a torch

For lost time

When darkness was

All there was of night

I do not lie with anyone

Never have I lied about anything

For that matter

For so many moons

Past counting

Once upon waking

Facing

The indentation

On the pillow

Where your head lay

(It could not have been)

I was caught between

Things

Dragged up in the dry

Without a resolution

Loose-limbed.

Disconnected

On a high beach

A bleach-boned whale

A flatbed on an old truck

The smell of rust

Blood and iron

Catching at my throat

The dust floating

In the bright light

A solar flare breaching

The curtains

Nothing changes

Into something

There is only my conjecture

To reflect upon

Even with my face

Pushed into the down

Searching for more

Than recollection

Finding less than

It would take

To build a picture

And carry it forward

I am deluded

In dreams