Descent

I sat on a hill and thought

I could see you over the horizon

and that is where I wanted to be.

I could trace the line

of the earth with my finger,

cover everything with my hand,

and touch nothing as beautiful

as your face.

I watched night drawn over

houses, trees slowly drowned.

I missed nothing but you,

whom this night can never touch.

I saw it all slip under,

a wreck of cargo and souls,

and I miss nothing.

For this descent I witnessed

contained nothing I love.