Once you've left
They remove your name from the machines
and a smoky moony winter night
becomes your reflection
 
the trees cracking the dark sky and your daughter's cough
the whole you that you've become
the I clothed by other eyes
is gone with the touch of delete
 
evaporated like a drop of water on a hot Missouri rock
and then incredibly there's your daughter's tiny hand
and the gold of her hair
as you both drift into paradise.