how can i miss
what i never had
you ask
but i did have you
and still possess
the words spilled
on my dress
the magic marker
highlights the stars
spread under the hem
this horizon
never ending
we agree to never
wash our hands
again -your grin
wiped clean by tide
a rinse cycle failure
and the poison drunk
as one forever
unto our death
in obedience we sunk
