the year without days

it was the

year without days

and it only took a few seconds

where you were on the Chilean sands where

she always wanted to go

because there’s the mountains and the ocean

and the two of you in between

the blue and blue and her bluest of all

despite being here

finally here

with you

finally you

the one who was supposed to sit there

with the sun soaking you into a red phoenix

that would take the ashes

and make them burn again

by teaching her to swim

because she never learned

instead liking the smoke that flowed

better than water

and into her

mostly water

and here

smoking now

even though she said she’d quit

and she said she’d stop saying she’d quit

but her voice is lost

in the day that has gone

along with the year

while the mountains cast shadows

and the water is too cold

and she burns

but still shivers

for the sun has gone to season

another world