Now, When I Remember You

To tell the story of a life Takes many pages, many words; To tell the story of a love Takes every bit as long The you I saw in summer fields Beneath an endless weightless sky The you I felt in tenderness The softness of your skin, a sigh For now, when I remember you … Continue reading "Now, When I Remember You"

reversal

the staying of dismissal: he remains. but still she is unsure, and thinks that, perhaps, she granted clemency where there was no sincere remorse (maybe?) there is no process so impossible to untangle as that of strangering: how it is people we know become people we never knew. = = = she stares, now, at … Continue reading "reversal"

On These Docks

She walked out on these docks with him About a life ago In warm and windy memories That only she will know The boy who was her everything Her fading Summer light Until the darkness took him Into everlasting Night

Recoiled

He thought they’d had, for them, A quite good day. He took the garbage out Before she asked, complimented Her on the new hair style, and Listened for some time after Inquiring as to her day He tried to make eye contact as She was taking unusable things out If the refrigerator and moving them … Continue reading "Recoiled"

A High Enough Bridge

Once, my dreams out past this bridge Living, worked and slept; And each new day I wondered At a love, unchecked. Time was my regard And she my destination, Guided by my heart. Love, they say's, unconquerable, No battle too great; I never found the combat, I Stayed home, and stayed safe. Dreams can be … Continue reading "A High Enough Bridge"

Suspicious of Motive

He said, “Hello. I’ve been wanting to meet you. And maybe we could spend some time — us two?” She said, “Uh-huh. I’ve heard all this before, man. ‘Cause you don’t really know me, now – do you? So many guys go hunting on the weekends. Another trophy – just another deer — Well, dude: … Continue reading "Suspicious of Motive"

it didn’t really matter, did it?

she was the fix that he had to have, he was the habit she couldn't break; love started out with these feelings, true, then it became just a thing to make everything ends where it didn't start, ground ever shifting beneath our feet: theirs was a love that would never end, another stunning unforeseen defeat