Pause – A Poem

darkness didn’t fall it dropped
in a bunched curtain

like her conversation, polarized.
so i donated old clothes,

said something about heavy
doors or percentages

and who needs words
like diaphanous.

turned to return space
and found the sky in pink-purple

waves like summer heat but
that’s not the point.

i might rewrite the night
with her voice, that strange interim

between endings, half awake as day
fades to some dim night shade.