The hem of my coat untangles in the wind A quiet sense of ending stirs in my throat Holding my breath, only the echo of footsteps continues You calmly blame yourself Eyes chasing the blinking ads in the distance Before words can catch up, your shoulders move toward the future Leaving only cold silence at your hands If I could have matched your laughing breath If I had learned just a little how to lean on you Could I have stayed by your side a little longer? Deep in my chest pocket, a tiny bell keeps ringing Am I being called, or sent away? Unable to tell, I keep looking only at my feet Untangle, untangle, the knots of memory The night loosens from my fingertips It’s not too late, someone’s voice reassures me But the warmth I should feel is just out of reach Untangle, untangle, the edge of your name Where do the cut threads drift? Just for now, hold my shoulder gently Close enough to say, “Just a little longer.” Streetlights trace wet pavement in white Tall windows cut unfamiliar lives into squares The awkward script of our ending receives no applause Still, I twirl my coat to match your color Smiling as if rewriting the plan of that day But our places can no longer be changed Untangle, untangle, the excuses that won’t come undone Left quietly in my throat I want to believe it’s not too late Yet only the rings on the table grow Untangle, untangle, the rhythm of your breath What remains is lightness, or a hollow? Just for now, support my back softly Enough to say, “It’s not scary.” You look only at the sky as you walk I can’t help but trace the contour of your profile A small feather drifts toward the streetlight I reach out, knowing it might burn But still, once our gazes meet The world quietly breathes again One word lingers at the corner of my lips The rest sleeps in an envelope I slip my folded wish into the door’s crack Hoping the path back is still there beyond the keyhole May the feather that leaves the ring of light Finally cross the night safely
