what wasn’t

the news about you
like a sun setting behind hills,
those days when you and she were
keeping alive what was young
(when so much so many
aren’t even keeping alive)

you kissed her long
before i ever did and
you occupy a place indecent
for me to intrude upon 

for nothing is owned
except memories,
and those are either
painfully real or
effortlessly manufactured

behold the reticent night,
afraid to show her stars,
for fear of us knowing love’s secret
and forgetting that life is
less like a lover,
and more like 

a linebacker

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2 Thoughts to “what wasn’t

  1. So jam packed with emotions my friend. “behold the reticent night,
    afraid to show her stars” filled my heart with such sadness, then you filled me with hope with “life is less like a lover, and more like a linebacker”. Brilliant poem.

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