i've held this
last hour

watched day
curve into
oblivion

& blanket clouds
over evening

'til each thing
begins again
to ache to
disappear

in a distance
between he & me

which refuses
to contract or expand

his hands
occupy
& unhinge me

until i am
a door

to another
dark room
he can't quite
recall

& if he
dreams
of orchards

i'll be a tree
turned wild

in these
empty arms
of spring

but up
all night
i count his

chest in rises
& falls like

a total or
a new day
might equal

an answer

set sighs afloat
on each sleepy

exhale
don't tell

i could be
sea wind
unleashed
across his
horizons

or already
have been
& keep

spreading
too thin