three days passed one into another, lengthening
such agonizing silence twisting and flashing
swimming through the tar of incessant thought
until the heat broke, shattered the thousand tiny bindings
that held you frozen in some enormous, translucent web

in the new day’s cool, the softly pinkening light distanced
a longing only felt after the barrage, the straining reach
stark in comparison, reverberating a glimpse of hope
too precious to gaze upon directly, revenant reminder
straddling the worlds you embraced so tightly,
farther than your hands, then gone.

Zero Dean Photograph

Photography by: Zero Dean