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 and hand looking for the wick

Don’t you shut out the lights, and I’ll light mine.