Penumbra

In response to “Holding” by Grouper

Derailed faith,
post gravity’s kiss with fate.
Call it a fading.

Sunlight silhouettes
illuminate in the meadow
as I crash into your valley.

When the sun sets,
I flicker, and
my structure fails you.

Beauty in this collapse
of non-repeating raindrops
draping those neglected windows,

an old abandoned house
at the end of a dirt road,
our shape— undone.

Now rivers of a different name—
I lie to hold you
engraved in a sad song unsung.

Under a moonlit morning
you want holding,
I let it unfold into this gaping hole—

a clearing.
How can I explain? 
There is nothing left to hold.