(Twice, twice)

I have forgotten your breath in night’s shadow.

When paper planes became lucent moons

that never stood still.


I saw you in a photograph.

Read your smile like a discography, 

eyelids the opening track.


Perhaps that’s when I knew

composers only twist metal to let it echo.


You, flying in the rain again.

Pushing focus, tires spinning.


This is music, losing you.