to the man i once loved: a poetry

Solivagant

Solivagant

Alone, wond'ring the sky
through the fog--
I saw the stars.

The stars were waving,
welcoming me like a cherub.
All night we were dancing
and all night, drowning--

until I found out--
what's with the bout--
and then--I knew
they were dancing
with my grave.