love
is giving everything too easily
then staying to try and claw it back

I came up with a new reason
To write your name today
I plagiarized each letter
From a love note you wrote me.
The scent of ink was sacred to me
In that relapsed moment…
For a minute I could pretend
The paper reminded me of your skin;
I could pretend the glimmering ink
Was the moonlit lake
Of our summer night.
But the pretending crumpled with paper
And I threw us into the trash can
For the bridge between us is long burned
And it’s time I accepted that.

Ebb

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

A sorta fairytale with you... with an Irish ending...

My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis, for object, strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Time machine to the past
Step back a few years
Old feelings, like Lazarus
Suddenly reappear.

It's your song on the radio
And it's your hand in mine
As this wave crashes over me
Our stars again come unaligned.