no, i will not miss it,
though i’ll crave replacements,
do you still study
stars
through the roof of
your rustproof
civic?
or are you racing home
to meet curfew?
are his eyes still
blue?
said i’d never
miss it
but i
do.
heartbreak
so, what makes
you cry..
when holding
nothing
back?
do you revive
what could have been?
or let the better
times rest..
trusting we
did our
best.
fractured from the
pressure,
i’ve wanted it
too much,
time with you
was the good dream,
you knew just when
to leave
but taught me to
stop running.
atop a carved up
table on the
balcony
leans my lone
potted
plant
and i watch memories
weave between
its leaves
as though they
were live,
as we’re frozen
in time.
move on, but only
far enough
to leave me
missing
that which can’t
be reached
with these arms
in longing.
love rolled over me
with smoky
breath
upon shaken
sea,
now what’s left
to believe..
of fable so
foggy
its details can’t be
retrieved?
under
the awning,
it appeared
you were yearning
in ways could be barely
contained,
and it took but
a moment
to see moisture
falling
was not only
rain.
’twas twice
as hard
to let go this
time,
yet now we’re
hands
free,
had we not, today
who would
we be?
it was backwards
in time
we stripped the clock
down to its
gears–
to tinker with
a heart
too cracked to
beat again.
don’t
say farewell
if you can’t
keep a promise,
i’d rather bask
here in
limbo
than force
either’s
hand.
hands in the garden 
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