We are in the night
Each behind doors shut
And marked with blood

Innocent blood spilt on the grounds
That it would give protection.
And protection it did give but

The cries of pain that laid over our city
And rattled in my room, filled me with regret.
I pray if it was necessary with no divine response.

So we let the ghost of loss pass over our home,
feeling it, yet letting it take nothing
And when the sun rises on the new day and

Brings us our deliverance of love—
For us there will be
A future.

If you gave me the chance,
I would do laundry with you
For the rest of our lives.
Doesn't that sound nice?

I would do laundry with you
I’d wash the dishes too.
Doesn't that sound nice,
Peacefully, beside each other

I’d wash the dishes too
After all the meals we’ll cook
Peacefully beside each other
And talk about our life.

After all the meals we’ll cook
We’d curl up close watching tv
And talk about our life.
Those are my favorite nights,

We’d curl up close watching tv
Warm and safe and quiet
Those are my favorite nights,
And this could be our life.

Dear T,

If I can be honest,
Im lost without you,
Or maybe I'm just lost.
I was someone else
When we first started dating
And you were someone else too.
I loved changing alongside you.

If I can be honest,
It scared me at the end.
I didn't feel like myself
And I wasn't sure who I was,
Now I'm different, yet the same.
In college, its normal, to become something new
I loved creating something new with you

And if I can be honest,
I miss you with all my heart
It makes my chest swell with regret,
And my mind swirl in disappointment.
I want to be proud of who I am,
Of the things I do.
I loved being proud of you.

I don't know if I can be honest.
I lie to myself.
I try to be good and I try to be me,
But those **** philosophers
Make me believe,
I don't know what good is and I don't know who I am,
But honestly, if we're talking of honesty
Then truly I know only one truth.
Honestly, truthfully, T,

I love you.

Always,
C

I will  · ·
Try constantly to make · – · ·
Harmonies, tapestries, poetry – – –
That praise your radiance · · · –
with ·
messages so carefully invisible – · – –
Concealing beautiful testaments – – –
To you— Encoded · · –

I can’t write about it.
I can barely think
about that day on the bridge.

But thank you—
for letting me hug your dog.

You didn’t owe me kindness,
but you were still kind.

Today
With friends
We wandered up
A steep cobbled road
That was canopied by trees.
We happened to a wooded park
Where poetry was pressed into the stones.
You would have loved it there, and noticed
How the world was speaking with you.
Noticed through the air that those
Flowers my friends had
Called lavender, were
Just rosemary,
blooming.