Mary lost a friend

One dot, three, a flattened plastic ball rolls no more and
i have searched the world over to let Mary come over but
this red light, small green light, won't change her ways and
in between breaths, with every other sound, a new note
exchanges place, waits, holds, picks up speed, plays
not in tandem - two hearts burning

my being is a golden orb of pulsing light and
her hair is the color of midnight and
absorption is a word that eats itself to maintain
a certain intimacy

but i have died, i swear i have died, i know i have died, so many times
in your turning away, in the shadow of your empty stead
i have deflated, fought off motion,
to forever hang on to this moment
to break free of the possibility of ever going away

and near two o'clock in the morning
Mary cracks a window
wonders about the wind
and the happenstance of
a friend.