In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l called her.
Facing off the icy eyes of
the executioners of smile efflorescence
I called her.
In the contracting space between brick walls,
through the window of my melancholy
to the streets of abysmal loneliness,
I called her.
In the grey eyes of the withered widows
like a sagging sunflower in gloaming dusk,
I called her.
Only in your eyes
I found her
Only in your eyes
she responded,
when she was
all gone.
