Engraving

Sky scratches,
White lines carved into eternity
Like plane trails.
Some things I wish I never knew.

The point and the focus
Fades with the sounds.

It’s hard to like this place,
My chest is tight.
It feels like years ago.
I could nearly touch you.

Your golden eyes in the night,
Unsatisfied with the basic offer.
You taught me to walk along curbs
And high jump fences.