E Mail To Damniso Lopez 10

Our departure was strange.
It was like looking through fog
At a long, winding white gravel road
That on the horizon
Disappeared into liquid silver
That soon became darkness.
As the long twisted road
Was gazed upon,
It was seen
That no one or anything was
On the road.
But although she went away
It did not seem like a departure,
Because it was felt
She was never there.
I stood there alone,
How could she depart from me.
It was as if
A moon that had no lips
Kissed me
And left a white dust
On my mouth.
When I tried in vain
To wipe it off,
My wiping hand
Lost its flesh
And became bones.
I stood there
As a skeleton
That had
This living part, two eyes
That could see
A white twisting road
That was empty.