Fin
The stars are spare tonight -
a line strung across the sky
like buoys in the water
that show how close to shore
to sail and not hit rock.
I never thought it would come
to this, your cry on the phone
brittle as November ice, the way
you slammed the receiver down
without a human sound.
When I find our big bed
it’s almost light. The stars
have fallen onto the sheets,
fallen down to sleep with me.
