When I wronged her months ago
She spoke to my calamity
With kindness
With humility
To her surprise, she empowered me
My ego now in overdrive
We’d make the Thousand Mile Drive
And I’d stay silent, in my self-defense
And punish her for her offense
Of trusting me with honesty
She wanted what I’d promised us
My best from me
Instead I killed her, once back then
Plus each day since
Her, my best friend
Her ghost grieves to this very day
But I am okay
I walked away
My fingers, considering
Traveled across the spines
So many, so fine
Needing to feel
Some quality
Straight and narrow
Not papered over
Hard-core
Look at You, there
But out of circulation
Not knowing why
I take you
From the forbidden shelf
Give you my time
Forget to return you
No care for the fine
Love is coming today
To this address
To take love away
Stopped back then and stayed
Entirely by mistake
Too polite to have told you so
Now it would be wrong
Continuing the charade
Unfair to you both
Love is coming tonight
Too soon
To say good day
My dear Oppressor
Although it bothers You not
You do piss Me off
I know and You know
You’ve not a conscious conscience
I’ve not a strong will
Ice posing as something benign
Have you believing I’m only tiny daggers
Draw closer
Hear
Cathedral chimes
Strike an unholy fear into you, I will
Begin with me the wintry journey
Dying, now that the falling is done
Come back, will you?
Taller next time
Wise enough to yield
While I command the Summer
Piece of some screenplay.
Hoped it was a script, I did.
But no — it’s your life.
Gone the whimsy
The ubiquitous hearts
Giving hope
One no longer affords
Service for twelve
Seating for many
Crystal and silver
For what wedded purpose
Some gardens
A book nook
Less kitchen ingredients
A box where dreams are shelved
One closet
One pillow
A window facing east
Nothing at all evidencing two
Put it all out there
Graffiti the walls of all the world with all the goodness you can possibly stuff into your every carbon footprint
Yes, your every breath
Send it marching onward, channeled outward
With unabashed hope
With unrealistic expectation, yet with none at all
Believe some force shall, some being must
Carry it all straightaway
To the doorstep, that heart of the other
Knock it will, but know
There may be no answer
But the walls, the world, the carbon, that doorstep
That heart
Needed your work nonetheless
So you remain the same
I’m speaking to You
I was looking forward to
Crazy, crazy nights
I won’t be provoked
A lonely man once said
By her solemn words, as Cupid’s arrow flying, from those lips he lived for to kiss
Of her, his thoughts were consumed
I won’t be convinced
He’d determinedly decided
By her clean heart, the last of its species dying, from those feet he’d planted in defiance
Of what it is to be loved
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