we are specters zipping along
this curvacious path,
our beams reaching for morning,
longing for night.

before i can blink
our tires zip by.
you are gone from
my limited view.

i will remember the
moon-touched path,
its snakelike guidance along
the grassland’s edge.

but i will never remember
your face unseen,
my morning specter,
my divergent shadow