I saw my shoulders drop
When your taillights faded
Around the bend, and then
It was all green.

The cicadas were screaming. 
Their cries matched my mine —
A deafening numb, and then
It was all black. 

I woke in the afternoon,
Sweaty and disoriented, 
With sand in my lungs, and then
It was all over. 

Still all I see is you. 
Everywhere, in every thing.
How do I reason with shadows
When there are so many of them
And only one of me?