The Passing

Between two exact moments
the rain stops

the smell of her body on the sheets
is fading away

The frontier of day and night
merging within the last drops

and now on the windowsill
the sun licks the mist and bites
on what was left of my dreams

Still life of the new day -
unbearable landscape

The painter’s brush

just bringing us one step closer
to the memory of the bones