Left behind

Gone now. An empty room I travel through, seeing what used to be there, the ghost tables and photographs, the thread chairs disappearing. What to decorate, what to add to this emptiness? But first the walking, barefoot, the reaching and touching of things that used to be here. Feeling the fade, feeling the ending, the going away asContinue reading “Left behind”

The possibility of you

The possibility of you sustained me over lifetimes. Through every lonely, dusty summer, and the tempest of our winter nights. Season upon season of your warmth and withholding. Such famine and feastings of the heart, endured. The famine and feast my heart endured. (That cracked continent under my skin, owing all its hungers to you). You. TheContinue reading “The possibility of you”

The scientists and the lovers too

There is absence and then there is this. The silent, suspended presence. The way the saxophone mourns on my favourite song. The hundred little ways you stay. They said there would come an easier time, the scientists and the lovers too. But it doesn’t heal a thing, you know. I suspect it merely drives it deeper. Time does notContinue reading “The scientists and the lovers too”

I do not miss you more on Valentine’s Day

I do not miss you more on Valentine’s Day. In the profusion of reds and intact hearts you are no more absent than you ever were. (I do not miss you in the language of calendars and clocks – in the birthdays and the Christmas mornings and the ten-nine-eights of New Years Eve) I missContinue reading “I do not miss you more on Valentine’s Day”

Warning’s fair. I don’t care. Very much (a declaration of independence)

I made a list of things that have changed in the stretch of time since I saw you last. A top five in some-particular-order I thought you might like to know. In the desert certain things grow – so here goes. Here’s what you haven’t heard in the millions of seconds since the tick tock ofContinue reading “Warning’s fair. I don’t care. Very much (a declaration of independence)”

(and sometimes the same) revisited

At different moments throughout the day (and sometimes the same) they will reach for their phones, a reflexive text forming in their fingers that stops somewhere before the keys. Desire is put back in the pocket reluctantly as fingers twitch with observations of sky and city that remain unsent. At different moments (and sometimes theContinue reading “(and sometimes the same) revisited”