Casting Shadows

The low-lit sun

cast shadows over our bodies

ever since the purples and yellows were swallowed whole,

and the world tilted as it brimmed over

with silk petals.

Nothing reached us but the soft hum

of feeling numb and shadows were cast on our bodies.

When we reached our hands up into the air

we felt nothing,

but we didn’t care, because we had fallen as well.

Tipped over into the stretching abyss.

And as we looked up toward the broadening sun,

there was none.

Only the world,

yours and mine.