when i leave

i wake these days
to the sound of frost;
your smile gazes at me from picture frames,
pure and still.
outside the sun climbs the sky
and woos the east,
her blushing countenance watches traffic
head south on 270.

i know not the answer to life,
liberty,nor
love;

i only react to the world which was
given me.
your whispers dissipating in the night,
sharp laughter that calls to me
from behind.
Where we are and
Where We Must Go
still treads outside these highways,
leading east and west.
i know not if the roads will
circle back,
or break away.

i only know
the speed of your groans and sighs,
the void inside between
all these exits.

i wake to frost and
sleep to wind;
your voice curls up inside my pillowcase and
scratches softly at the window panes,
slowly stretching the night.