365 overflow

I am all midnight fingers
dipping into moonlit rivers,
painting you in echoes
and sinking in the slipping
of distance.
I wake and anchor myself
to the shadows,
but this is a body of water,
and it is flooding the heart
of absence—
darkness is not a ship,
it will not lead you to yourself.
—  Sadaf 256/365 | water returns to water and I am overflowing