Escantescent

You said a word

Escantescent

Rolled it slow

Let it press on my neck

Kitchen light hums

Mismatched mugs in a stack

Your socks don’t match

But your gaze cuts exact

Escantescent

How you burn in the in‑between

Halfway glow

Halfway dream

I can taste your name on my teeth

Escantescent

Every shade that I can’t keep

Fading gold on the bedsheet

You’re the color I never can leave

Late train

Last call

Ticket stub in your palm

Phone screen cracked

Still you laugh like it’s calm

You draw constellations

In the fog on the glass

Circle our initials

Then erase them too fast