Plastic
(published in Red Booth Review • Volume 10: Issue 3. June 2014.)
She came to me in the evening,
As the clouds marked the moon,
I ran to catch its fading shine
And to smile that I was there still.
I don’t know the reason why,
Sated and clean I glide
To the farthest reach of time,
Still not knowing why you came.
Nothing was there
And I asked nothing in return
You came and left
Without a word.
