Between one life and another

There is a brittle pitch

Painted burgendy and ochre

At a steady clip to winter

All the moments mapped in our hearts to be relived

With half myself destroyed I'd rather die alone

Cloud swaps white on grey overcast skirt the deck at a steady gait

Scarlet snakes through the glass and gutters in the sun

Fiver sleeptalks then forgets what says

Like a steady gait from autumn