move on, but only
far enough
to leave me
missing
that which can’t
be reached
with these arms
in longing.
heartbreak
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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