her favorite number three

there can be a surprise
when petty revelations
are made casually.
Surprises of a curious
nature. Like winning
with the feeling of loss.

So when it was revealed
her favorite number was
three; stitched stars in the
skies fell in deep long-winding
falls twinkling towards death.
And he took out his chair on
his empty balcony and sat
down alone rocking in the
darkness. His guess was
a couple of counts less.