Ersatz Seitzman

If you and I became we
would our brown leaves turn green?
Or might the sun wither us
all the same?

Under pale moonlight
bathed in perfume and spite,
your pale sparrow hair
died again.

When the earth rose so high
and threatened our sky,
our stainless hearts broke
right in two.

As if all we thought lost
had somehow been tossed
out a window near home
without you.

My tender walls burst
into splintered fasts first
before sorrow ate our
pain away.

Now, we're not at sea
because I'm not like me,
and tomorrow never felt
like today.