Friday, July 31, 2015

A Study in Bereavement

to say that i still love you
is accurate;

to say that i still know you
is illusory.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Old Friends

In the surreptitious nature of disembowlment, I found that which I believ'd lost: an anecdotal memory,

in which I am not, but there is
& according to professionals, perhaps.

But what is there, behind the frosted, tinted, ambiguous lucidity of a promise,
after all the lights are off, and everyone has gone home,

And I am left waiting for you,
but of course, I am not there
and you are; this is what
good enough is.

somewhere along the road,
I rediscovered disillusion
and it felt like running into an old friend.