A star in a mahogany night
shines darker than before.
I can’t remember the last time
I’ve looked up into the ink.
You and I rode this back rode as kids
your arm on my neck,
lips burning into my skin
we would stop, lights off
stare into the night
where that same bright star amidst the speckled
meant something different, we dreamt of love,
dancing on a gravel road, and passion.
Now there is something gone
maybe it’s just my fading eyesight
or something I’ve forgotten.