the edge

"I have an idea" she said, 

"you can go for a walk,

 and when you come back..."

~

"I'll be gone."

long gone, lost in stranger arms

whilst you wander the withering

of our love's once lush leaves

and in the embers of calamity, 

my walk takes me past those things which test your sanity

vast valleys filled on the edge of immortality 

memories of she and i and her and you and me and we

then i walk over to the end,

and at the end there is the edge,

whose border traces along tomorrow's 

finely undetermined destiny

there i lay down and fall asleep and 

hope to dream 

to catch a glimpse and see

from beyond that line which while wide awake

guards against fools like me,

those who'd dream to take

when at last my eyes, relieved, reopen

i find myself deeply inside tomorrow, 

with the end and the edge far out of sight

all trace of you is gone

and so am i