The troubles of being the plague
Come with only finding love
From lepers
Who can only be cured in death

But you rubbed off on me,
Like cheap metal does on
Fingers.
And even when you leave,
Your bad habits seem to
Linger.

Snow cloaks the ground, lies coat the truth
lights on the front porch, tomorrow's forecast is dim
here we can pretend that I understand
what it is you mean as you say
don't wait up for tonight, or the nights that follow next
or even future days
the weather won't stop changing
and my life's written in seasons
of ever turning, never-ending
snowy revelations
where I'll put together pieces
set aside the springs
before I cast out, no,
catch my every fall

i was born
with a heart too big to fit
inside my chest
and a soul bigger than my body
so i have chosen
to leave pieces of my heart
in the places my feet have known
in the people i have loved
in the words i have read
in the beauty my eyes have seen
and my soul-
i have scattered it like seeds
and i have left parts of it
in songs,
in poetry,
in the laughter of children,
in the arms that have held me
and the hearts that have loved me

this one is for you
this is my apology
it's not a haiku