I wonder if
you still breathe
a lamp unlit on shambling eaves

I turn the key of memory
to find a face unfaded
that you were, or weren't...

I think perhaps
you were the most beautiful person
a footnote could be

that waves can lap as well as crash
a somber note to limpid ears
a twisted rail to guide me

Its been ten seasons since I thought
your pin-prick canopy of lights
might shine on lonely hands

I think it best I ran aground
a base and ragged beast I've been
yet something burns the brighter

Erick Diaz, March 9th 2011