blue dashed with white
dashed with hints of
a night that is being
pushed as another
world pulls it.
we say good
and we say hello;
and yet we keep tugging
on the memories
that linger in
either night or day.
but we can’t hold both.
we can’t hold both.
our hands
white knuckled as
we tug the invisible
rope
trying to haul back
the past.