Dirt

The railings are the black gallows

that bind me like a prisoner,

I look for the stars

wrote tales about our love
on the skin of the sky.

Once on this dust

I wanted to walk free

with you, melting

in my shadows

once I wanted to

give a name to this land

call it home


A place where our hearts 

would find a plae to stay

Once I gave the night a tear

and the frozen white moon

fell into its lap

Once I had written

in blood  the plagiarized promise

you made

The hooting horns

mock at me 

these blaring lights

blind my eyes

while I try to search

for your bones

in the speckles of this sand

you took away my stars 

and hid behind 

the clouds

The sky is now a nameless face

just like you.

Published in Poetry Quarterly Spring edition which is available here.