The moon hung from the sky like a dead thing
You tried to show me the stars again
But this time I was not listening
Your face already turned towards somewhere else
The horizon surrendering one bare tree
Scared white in the moonlight
So we sat in the silent blue
“It’s okay, I half-expected this”
And I wasn’t lying but it still came as a shock
The next morning when you were gone
The tired wire-screen door closed so violently behind me
Red dirt blew in and suddenly it hurt.