Often my partner exists in a fortress, deliberately passive-aggressive like any fool.
I’m kidding. Even alone.  

In our farewell, as I see it, our descendants build a museum to spy  
on us & others. They look great — stomping out corners. That’s their 

moonlight, indispensable today for smearing glows  
 

down walls that follow a trajectory
aimed at each atom of both of us in maroon cords.