When you needed passage, I pulled you onto
my burning boat, protecting you from waters
bitterly cold, and in that safety,
I wished we could have
but you knew me to be a resident
of that already descending day
so you created a considerable space
between you and me, choosing not to see
my forfeited forever, my given eternity.
If only your eyes would have given you away
giving the slightest hint of solitary tomorrows.
Expressionless and opaque, your face set like stone
as I carried you along, nothing to give, nothing to say,
but still holding on, biding your time,
watching for the day to end, waiting for your new dawn.