I take back the lavender and the twin beds we pushed together, drunk on the pollen
Those saltwater waves and sand dunes?
Say goodbye
Every mile of concrete, each and every city song — mine alone, now!
Hot gravity and thick urban beats, such gifts I do revoke
But the mountains
I’ll let you keep
For you were late
You fell asleep
And they don’t remember you, anyway
Wail it aloud
Will you
Won’t you
Why in the hell don’t you?
Summon of your
Sunny
Shady
Step forth. Retreat. Stay, thee.
The train has left
Platform now unexpectedly empty
The morning’s newspaper blows by
Not even a whistle to be heard
The schedule was posted
Written in black and white
The conductor took one last pleading look
Idle-hearted, go home
A revelation
Last June it became four years
Of one set of eyes
Awake
Late
All my ears hear is the little city complaining
But it’s warm today
Mid-October so we’re lucky
And God grew me the juiciest apple
Because He knows October’s hard
Oh 1:19am
How you give me the nod
To reach out in the dark
To wish for what’s sweetest
To say what I ought
To at last let go
As I close my eyes
And fall back
Again
I’d wish to be late
By all I needed to be
As the sun slinked up
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