We promised to keep the lanterns going to tell each other from what way we were headed to give each other enough time to pack a bag and make a bed • I am looking for you at the end of this dock Out in the world. Are you leaving or headed home? I thought we had the lights lit • Those fucking matches seem to have walked away on their own. • The sea currents seem confused messy, the waves are breaking in a way impossible to swim. Gusts are blowing in all directions back and forth, even down Overwhelmed but found. • Unfurling my folded fingers, grabbing for a match The wind takes them loose and fluttering towards land, towards sea. Match…