Gone

The sun is quitting

It’s not the end of my race

Though night is dispatching

Savages at a furious pace

Silver and violet

Shadows run the lawn

I got my antlers in the thicket

Of a dream where you’re gone

You’re gone

And I’m not in your heart

You’re gone

Black hand painted across my mouth

I’m out of things to say

I am a few feet from myself

With a promise to stay

As the wind inclines

The waves hit your dock

My scarf is flapping something wicked

Like it’s trying to talk

Saying, “You’re gone

Yeah, if you’re not in her heart

You’re gone

Gone like that pink star

Up there in the sky

Gone and feeling half-real

On the edge of your life”

Come on, come on

I can still push air, I’m not an act

Am I invisible to you now?

Wait, don’t answer that

I’m going to wake up

Where I was on your lawn

Where shadowy dreams are disappearing

In the light of your dawn

Dawn

And am I in your heart?

Or gone?