It's getting late, 'think I'll turn in The moon is out and it's much too cold to swim I left your photo in this pool With all the thoughts I weave, in order to recall you Out in the pale grey mothlight sky I see my breath like ghosts too fragile to take flight I held the photo to the light, and traced the symmetries our fingerprints divide And I'll keep moving westward, along these streets at once ascending Shift beneath the floorboards of our bed as you lie sleeping And I will bring you fire to dissolve the memory of All our wonder, unavenged In silence, keep repeating It's the same