As You Wish

I weep
That we
Were not good
Enough

I long
That you
Would see you’re
Enough

Clutter from time to time
Mismatched clothes
My dawdling
Our difficult workdays
For you, were too much

Brass rings collected
Passports filled
Our non-fictitious Florin acquired
Love, had you’d let it
For me, these were enough

The Bond

My condolences in advance

When dawn dawns
When your light proves up
How you’ve chosen one who doesn’t choose you

When without masks, you’ve given freely of yourself
In vulnerability
In honesty

Maybe messy, but as a firework

To a soul-less soul

One steeped in habits of hiding and avoidant attachment
Devoid of words or a will to stay

Champion yourself, champion, and know you’ve fought the good fight

Though you fought alone
Though you shadow boxed

Know that next time, there’ll be no next time
No room for their prose in your poem

Caesura

I can do this too, hold on

When the weather turns

Watch in awe

Wait

In wonderment, listen

At the end of the frayed, weeknight rope

I can remember the first days of Spring

Out of sheer will

I will recreate

The green

The youth

The primrose, if I choose