I carve shadows in
the moonlit haze of this
h a l l w a y—
My eyes trace the handle
on your side,
led by incandescent ruby veins
trailing the walls
I listen for starfire
caught in the air—
tasting the quiet
I know you must hear
My echo hovers near
your door—
mine still
unhinged,
laid on the floor
like the rose
by my bed