Night, After Lovers' Quarrel Poem by Sonny Rainshine

The day is behind me,
like the “V” of the wake
a sailboat leaves;
like the footprints
of seagulls, crosshatching
the wet sand.

I can hear the sea birds,
squalling over the riptides,
keening at the wind
and the crouching clouds,
the sole witnesses.

When the day began,
we were lovers,
scanning the shore
for starfish, fishing for stars
in each other’s eyes.

Now the sun has receded,
but left behind a ghostly residue
of diminishing light;
the night burns before me,
a cold, black flame.