In the days past
the ships came effortlessly
docking with the tide
you became a sunset tendency
a song concealed with time

i have kept this in hand; myself
wistfully singing instead

and yet
the last time I saw the sky
my eyes broke like shooting stars
hitting the face of your palms
and the last time I saw you
my soul knew that you would always
be enough
as my only
my only
one

that 

could

be

true

HS