Fate’s Catalyst

You were Fate’s catalyst and now the moon roars
Out your name. The ground has shifted;
Tectonic changes;

The leaves have already fallen.
Nothing here can move quickly.
Constant rain. Perpetual drizzle.

This is the climax of brooding sky:
The world in an arthritic cast.
I sink deeper into my chair

And into nowhere, remembering
Our epoch opening like an atrium.
I sit alone. I separate

The night’s black veil to watch
A rabble of stars that slowly appear,
Submerged and drunk and melancholy

Tumbling out of the dark.
I think of you as though in seance
And our last night rises up from the air.

I have never heard a more
Honest and open cry
Than the rising howl you made that night:

Our last night, when I held your hand in the rain
And you held not just mine back,
But everything together –

And I never even realised,
All that time that I held you,
That you were a moment

That I let fall into nothingness.
You were the planet’s core, you were magma-glue,
And that’s why the happiness stuck to us.

If it was raining then the sky did not bother your tears.