Like the Early Sun

I remember catching the glow of her eyes
like the early sun beaming across a cloudless sky
for miles. Both eyes squinting from the way
her cheeks would rise, their lines shooting
like sun rays to meet mine.

I remember the warmth from her glance,
with my skin turn golden under a blue sky.
I do not wish to look away, letting light
fall all over while it lasts, a lovely,
transient thing.

I remember when all
were mine.

Miscalculate

Calculations assess risks invisible
in a horizon where a quiet sea can be deceitful
and dead bodies do not yet bob about directionless.

Some sail forward fully armed with numbers,
their visual map unlittered yet
with overcast clouds and spray of sea.

Miscalculations overflood rooms with error
before anyone in it can come out within
the safety margins and known tolerances.

How does one measure the deviation? Count
each distinct voice buried in the black box.

Shadows

At dawn, I stand upon this beach, recalling how
our friendship unraveled like a distant mountain
when its color shifts from grey to green.

But I fear, it's more like a shadow on these sands
as the day matures, just when your warmth
catches up with me like a lover's hand.

I know you are here despite an overcast
visiting my sky, vanishing our shadow
once clearly defined on these sands.