On the Roof

She waits for me up on the roof. Her green eyes meet mine.
They tell me “I am your enemy” and 
They tell me “I am you” and
They dissolve into fog and fill the footsteps of the ghosts.
Their home is ours now.
The roof stretches on for miles and miles
It devours the night

As I follow her she slides subtly away, Onto the next roof,
And the next. She doesn’t turn again.
We are above the city now. This place is no place
Neither wild nor tame; a steady uncertainty
I chase her on and on, up and up
We are no longer separate from the vast suffocating sky
Little grey clouds

Falling upwards