Caught a Glimpse

Like cooking in the dark,
your arms went limp
against a pale brows wink.
Safety and precautions
unlit and
unproven.
We believe and believed
in the belly of the whale,
full and eerie,
waiting children,
waiting for permission
to get out
from under our desks
and look
to the an empty sky,
threats averted
threats averted
time to leave.

A thin strap,
loose fit,
run stockings, run.
Yellow halogen with a girl
whose hair was long
and mistakes forgot themselves,
with a cheeky disposition
of whatever will be
can't be.
I'd like to think she would
remember,
I'd like to think.

We all fit in,
the dark love
making us
into what we are,
liars and thieves
of one anothers own
everything.
I remember them.
Without a word,
I'd call up
to hear an old voice
tell new stories
about what it used to be.