Remembering Laughter

She feels that something's wrong,

A smell of moonlight rising from my skin.

She thinks it might derive

From shadows, and these frighten her,

So she puts her lips away,

Steps out of bed and lets me slumber.

Moments later, I hear her grinding

Coffee in the kitchen,

Running water in the sink.

If I listen closely,

I sense her shadows rearrange

Into toast and morning chores.

Still, I lie in bed

Where hearts resemble sand:

How it sifts through fingers, naked

As the risen tide, washed

In sorrow.