Little glowing hopes

Some star trails aren't meant to be followed (but I couldn't stand still)

and when have I ever been sensible, anyways? 

I'm avoiding the imperatives that hunt me down 

when I'm alone, and the seething rush of entanglements 

that greet me when I speak

until I'm stuck with useless explanations 

in my empty hands 

Honestly, if wishes counted, if they meant something  

you'd have taken wing instead of fallen, 

and I'd have no recollections of you 

or the bones that have knitted, 

just the conviction that the space where you were 

had been something good in my life