Perhaps

Perhaps

I saw the grass
around our house
die by degrees

heavy weight of
neglect—perhaps
what we deserve

for nights dancing
barefoot on swollen
wooden floors

your lips on mine
in milky sunlight
even as we both

died of thirst

now I watch
a single sparrow
trying to find
anything

from this wasteland
of selfish, foolish dreams

and you
are nowhere
to be found