New Geometry

Will you return?

The question hangs

upon a sun that sinks in grief

You look the same but in your eyes:

something I knew but could not define

I could feel what was coming

In your hesitation well

I found the answer

In your hesitation well

I found the answer

A tide pulled back

for a voice to break

Everything

a new geometry

I could feel what was coming

In your hesitation well

I found the answer

In your hesitation well

I found the answer