that night, in my mind,

i was driving the dark road home

from your place to mine.

the mist that had formed was my solace and solitude,

the place i was most myself.

and i imagined life as a denizen of limbo

finding comfort for the eternal absence

of the goddess you became in my eyes.

when i got home,

i set my stuff down and cried.

what you'd broken was everything i was

but nothing we were.

because you were still there

following me home

holding me while i cried

on that cold couch we fell asleep on.

the mist of solace still floating on the night

through your veins and into mine.