illustrations traced on a windshield
He was deep in thought
Eyelids bowing to
An audience of stars
In a sporadic distribution
Of light shining
Through a sky darkened
By nightfall smeared
With an abandoned storm
As the silhouette
Of his perfect nose
Lined the footsteps
Of a candescent moon
As it caught flight
With eternity somersaulting
On his muffled words
Escaped from lips
Barely parted and
I watched in slow motion
As sentiments landed
Before and after
Everything immortal
"Darlin, I love you."
And we disappeared on the wind.
18
3
3