This is…

My pilgrimage to your holy land

My feet uprooted where they can’t stand

Your final act, our final dance

I’m leaving this in your hands

A slower rewind for a slower play

Saved up checks from rainy days

The moonlight guiding your midnight way

Wells of thought with nothing to say

You’re translucent when I hold you to the light

Like empty beer bottles on a summer night

Testaments in the morning of the survived fight

Thrown away and outta mind when outta sight

An echo of a cadence, slight out of tune

The chill I get when I feel you in a room

The smell of an unfamiliar perfume

A goodbye kiss a few days too soon.