leaving
means letting go,
but also letting in,
    and here,
we are open doors,
        undone locks,
a song
        of dreams
lit long into the night,

darling,
       we have both been wolves,
       too wild,
       too hungry,
with a desire for bones,
and bones in our teeth,
       gone
are the days
we might’ve run—

you know,
        you know,
                you know—

the offer
       is the moon.

*with vague apologies to Ted Hughes