I gave it away
Everything I loved I gave away.
The loving was good,
but the emptiness was unexpected.
Thursday, July 1, 2021.
I gave it away Everything I loved I gave away. The loving was good, but the emptiness was unexpected.
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Thursday, April 1, 2021.
Stairs I like a good flight of stairs. I’m excited to imagine all the people who walked there. All the feet. The long parade of laughter and tears, lovers, children, and villains, too. The bright beauty of all our lost April afternoons gone and gone. Tuesday, December 1, 2020.
The Dryness She walks away Down the long, straight road Under a pure blue sky, Under the bright yellow sun. Shadows creep from the edges, To mark the sun’s place, And she recedes with the perspective of the scene. The air is dry. The pavement is dry. The skin of my hands feels dry. I have to consciously draw the warm, Dry air into my lungs. She never looks back. Girls never do. Everything ends in this terrible dryness. Monday, August 31, 2020.
Magic Words When the end comes, it comes with language, and when the tears are dried, only words remain, scratched into a stone, fading. Saturday, July 25, 2020.
Everything is yours The holy books are on my shelf, God's gift is in the house, and everything is yours now. Thursday, July 9, 2020.
The Disappointment After 30 years the questions stop. It’s a sign that I’m getting old. Monday, July 6, 2020.
The First Kiss Kissing you for the first time we knocked teeth under the blue jay’s wing. Sunday, June 21, 2020.
The usual accusations Death is breathing on my shoulder and nobody knows it except my doctor and me. I can’t tell my family or friends lest I be accused of idiocy and tedium. The usual accusations. Saturday, May 2, 2020.
The Leaving The young girls go away, Their faces and names set beyond the horizon, Leaving the mystery of their bodies, The texture of their hair, The dream of the way, The joys of the gates to paradise, The fading of good love, And the regret of the middle aged. Tuesday, October 1, 2019.
Exposed Subway train in the open like an earthworm on the sidewalk after a night of heavy rain. |
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