Astrolabios

My dear shining solution,
ever since you left, my street's a dull gray,
the walls of my room are a sour white,
and my garden's just sticks of umbrellas.

You were curious and took the plunge,
squinting your eyes
to line them up with the horizon.
And a "without you" you made in steam,
promising kisses without lips, tomorrow.

An asterisk on the palm of my hand,
a note in your own handwriting.

I allow myself this disguise so it won't,
so it won't hurt when you come back.

An asterisk on the palm of my hand,
a note in your own handwriting.

An asterisk on the palm of my hand,
a note in your own handwriting.