10. Ellen Wong + Ashna Ali

When I cannot bear to turn on the light
I reach deep inside myself to find my own
and find in its place an ascending melody 
that whispers through the hallow ether haunt
to foretell the break of easy endings. 
But through the abyss, water wraps and glimmers, 
reflects the oncoming dawn. 
A kiss dissolving gravity from forms immaterial 
takes me out. Just a second. Reprieve from remembering. 
A spark of recognition of a past moment forgotten
of when you promised to return soon through the tide of sirens 
to bring back with you the truth we have been seeking
and though I trust, I stand drained of blood and motionless
after you’ve left, the coffee still brewing