between the burned down
brown and the beach view blue,
the endless waking waves
flecked with the wax on moon,
that brace of pinpoint constellations,
all the wished on stars stretched thin.
I reach for the pen, I reach for the phone—
the words get all worked up until
they take aim at the blank page
you leave. Time is only taking
dear pets and insoluble parents,
sweethearts and ever afters. Mixed
signals and accrued certainties
and no one left reading.
The world slips by
blue banners and fiery brands,
the story that you suppose
slowly buried in your heart’s backyard
among the kittens and canaries,
the resolutions your bones have made
surviving long past us
brittle little loves,
hearts marked in margins,
I love you always
the end.
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