Exchange

We each do need to save ourselves

To move through

To move on, if we’re lucky

This picture
This paint, these colors, peeling
Won’t always be adhered to this wall

This wall won’t always be

Talk to me and I’ll talk to you
Scream if you need to

I sometimes do

Alone, on our own, for now
But someday we’ll talk with eachother

It’s what the sage says

Wrong Address

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

Talk

That native language

A foreign-love affair

A promise to live

Always and ever

For the first time

After all those years

Best friends building a home on a hill

Perfect ingredients grown in a garden

Kitchens and dance floors, garages and road maps

Weary-strong hands holding fast in the night

You talked that talk

All Talk

She’s talking rhythmically
Of the good in goodbye
Gets me to thinking
Of the waiting and why

Everyone around him lives
While he waits to die
Sipping all-alone punch
In a house built on lies

I Miss You

Good traveler
Good traveler
Companion
Brother
Friend

Only you could reason with the voice inside my head

When your crazed dog turned on me
I opened wide the door
As lesser lovers ran from you
I prayed and asked for more

And I miss you
Is that alright?
I miss the man I made

I want you back
Your reckless words
Our talks sustained my Days