Today's Drivel

Dwarves paddle the boat as memories fly up into the dark sky. The river weeps into the sea. I have left our accumulated wars and fights. Now I swallow the river, distance, time. We are past the hour of the attack and the kiss, that moment that burned with a strange light. We are no more to each other than memories of meat. Our last embrace took place in a cemetery. Now, at last, the black birds can emigrate from our hearts.