her face down-turned : these days.
coffee strained eyes. cried the color out a few months ago.
new greyed view doesn’t suit her.
left a letter draft: sits, waiting
to be sent in five , six
, million years . can’t close the
matter right off?
quiet slogan , printed worn
to defend white
shirts she wears , still , every time.
life spilt errywhere’ , of circumstance , born
so , see.
and when there’s no step backwards ,. every. one we
tentatively spoor ahead.
finally I found strength I abandoned
, with benefit but
large much struggle. This is the only
thing: let it burden me. You
deserve my honesty, I cannot
your intense stare, it knows
me inside out. I could
never deny a thing, nor admit
to my want till that brief happy end, so even
now down widely echoing
hallways maybe is
my barren, reverberating reply.
There were days when our love kicked rivers out of its way with relish and powdered up the fluff of meadows full as we’d wander past. There were hours when our hands broke tides, melodies, stranded together we stood and ached …