Signal Lost

at the fluid edge of night where
my mind’s reach ends and yours begins
my thoughts seek any trace of your marker
memories wash up against the horizon
where known gives way to the infinite

when once the connection was freshly forged
I knew the way, could follow the beacon 
and take solace in our parallel existence
now emptiness clamours giving way to static
the signal lost – yet promise remains in this still

my faith eroded by failed attempts
I chase echoes in this labyrinth of mine 
your reality exists outside my inept intrusion
counting backwards I awaken, returning 
to the insistent pulse of this carotid city