The ghost of your morning still dawns the day
These dead end walls ferry no marked distance
Speaking only of what has been left in wake
The black satin river floods where we've walked
Coupled with forgotten one-winged sandals
Crushed strawberries dye the cobalt rimmed bowl
A bottle of raspberry moon, unbroken, untouched
Champagne bubbles hide between the sheets
Your shadow has bled into these snowy pillows

I lay in two.