Lucky Star in the A.M.

In the pale fire gloaming The dusk rusted sky You recited some lines from the book I had given you We were all waiting for some change in season I turned my gaze back to the letter you’d left for me We were all just hoping for some change in the scenery You said you were taking The Lucky Star in the A.M. The photograph fading Under the shade of the London planes The skin on your hands was rough with the winter I cut your bangs beneath the lavender lingering You brought back some sand from Maine in a mason jar The happenstances have been adding up apocalyptic