i've sat all day and i'll sit some more
this time doing what i love.
the sky reddens, a breeze comes up
if you were here we'd abandon this time
to the skeeters. it's not quite summer
i could open the windows since you're no
here. it's given me some time to udersttand
how a relationship requires missing you
to stay active. this almost a decade together
still feels kinda new. i give and you give
and we both just would rather take
as babies do, entitled joy. that's what they mean
when they tell us it takes work. i saw bill
and melinda are splitting up. that one makes me sad
and glad i met you later in life, so that by dying
we may not fade away.
where does love go when it dies?
once the moon rose i saw it slip
quickly as slick gator snout to the other side
climbed out. didn't look back to see me watching.
cicada choral sound track, love
on one side of the water, me on the other.
the wake barely splashing
dripping down the nose of land love
found me so i went inside.
of course i searched for it later.
tried to follow ghostly tracks,fleeting glimpses,
nostalgaic chimeras. opening doors
closing them again.
each time i was certain it was the last
but i couldn't give it up for long. i circle
it , it circles me, we make constellations of each other
settle into the ocean, bioluminescent and clinging
co-absorbing. it's up me to let it out.