Midair (Day 1251)

The shell of daylight

cracked 

our hearts   bursting 

with barely a pop 

we break   

apart   fingertips swirling 

over fragile   and  

we break 

the horizon   awash

with blue-green lightning 

and   every time   

heart somersaulting 

in midair   I come to know

again   you   see?

through these curtains  

you never say

but I have come to be 

parted 

by evening’s cooling rush 

(c) 2020 by Hannah Six