RESIDUE

The tingling numbness of a sober-high

guides me near the end.

It digs and burrows and leaves me there

where faeries and sandmen tend.

Lilly says goodnight, so long,

a whisper in my ear.

A whisper as heavy as drooping eyelids

to drown away the fear.

The sun will rise with gray or gold

to raise me from the dark.

It's always there but never was.

She always leaves her mark.