we stood in the middle of winds that cooled during sleep
and light that would disappear almost forever
no steady steps were taken
or half-breaths inhaled
just the sound of your hands rubbing against crinkles that ran along your arms and
mine tied up with red string to remind me to look at you at least once or twice
your eyes weighed down your features as if you hadn't slept since we met
i see your moonlit smile and i am sorry,
my passion for you has turned cold and quiet
and i find that i choose the option "none of the above" far too often
my eyes, sad and full of the sky make me wonder
if you were part of the list,
would i choose you?
