The world ends at dusk
and blooms during dawn
words travel more still
than on roads
long, exhausting roads
of countless attempts to reach
someone.
something.
some place.
to take off, to rise as high as
the sun itself
that burns your eyes
before you even blink
there is no time.
the bullet pierces your neck
the birds open their wings
the wind carries the leaves
and before you know it, you are
falling for someone
again.