She Departs

She gonna

run for the stars,

in my mind,

sleep on her bed.

And I, so alone,

in the same night,

trace her name

on the fogged window.

The moon hums softly,

her scent drifts slow —

a ghost of warmth

in the cold glow.

I reach, but she’s light,

already gone,

and silence sings

our fading song.