She flashed her smile to my shadow
before she left that year ago with
no good-byes ever spoken disappearing
like a dream ghost erased by morning.
She led me into that night
of perfumed splendor
to her place by the water
where moss hung from trees
and gators ate their fill
while whippoorwills called,
while silent snakes slithered.
A full moon mourned us
starting what had already ended.