When I'm alone,
it's like freedom
in my disconnected space.
Chasing down
dead air radio static.
I wash out his essence
for the last time.
Love written on open windows-
on lines-
sun fades its intimate messages.
I bask in His sun,
transparent,
a place where I find your trace.
Interlacing fingers in my dark space,
sonny, I know your face.
