The sun has disappeared,
Swallowed by the mountains’
Shadow blue,
Clouds backlit,
Suspended in pale orange.
The car hums behind constant noise,
Road tunes blaring,
Singing in the front seat.
Next to me
She folds onto a pillow
And leans into him.
His arm rests on her back
His fingers running down her arm,
Caressing, whispering over her hair.
She naps, giggles spent,
And all his attention is on
Her motionlessness.
The moon shines bright
In a deep sky.
The soft armful of glassy-eyed gorilla
Doesn’t fill the ache
In my center.
Everything inside
Is like a sea
Of wet
And broken
Glass.