Entropy

A low-key apocalypse
that feels like coming home.
wearing the face of a lover
who never lies

home is where the heart
stops pretending
it was anything
but atoms
on their way
to becoming rain.

she opens the door from the inside.
he traces the cracks in her skin
same cracks as in the ceiling,
same as in the moon

rain begins to fall

Tell her I left the door unlocked.
Tell her the bed’s still warm.
Tell her I stopped pretending

brief beautiful delay
on the way to
becoming rain

She arrives without a song,
mistress of the long goodbye,
I used to rage against her,
Now I leave the porch light on

her kiss a burning book,
turns to ashes on my tongue,
I keep reading.

sweep stardust off the sheets,
fold the night neat

pack it up with
all the forevers
I thought were mine to keep.

all you ever loved
was on loan from chaos

The door stays open.
The bed stays warm.
my only honest lover.
take your time.