Sleeping beneath our infamous goodbyes

Night sky's inlaid beads
unlock enigma,
spinning slivers and panoramic lies.

I want to be achingly normal,
so high up on the curve
that I melt with the sky
and fade to the color of the clouds.

You come to me in storm,
in catapult,
errant drops of rain,
the fog;
unpenatrable, dim, swirling, cool and damp.

If I wait,
let a little mist settle
around my shoulders,
I capture your evidence
mixed with my sweat.