The dreamy freeze,
A tease to hold me captive
as I watch my passive night mull over you
like parched pedestrian shoes on a wet, rural road.
The countless bickerings
within our silver screen
on a cold drizzling night
when my streaming eyes
revealed a thousand concealed secrets.
This ship and I, careening for so long a time,
Holding out for the future ahead, and then, Poof!
It’s gone like a crumb of bread because we let it spill over.