It feels like I failed somehow,...
when-all-I-wanted was for us
to slow dance in my living room

It seems like a tres//pass,...
the time our lips shared
such del.i.cate.... moments

I don't know what-you're-thinking,...
but I thought we'd
drive the coast
and <sing our lungs dry>

I know it makes-no-sense-on-paper,...
but we should be in Spain this spring
,...and I'll pour the wine,...
While you
...pen your novel...

spent; spinning for a poet
& a writer before
how each left.me.hungry
and stuck to-the-floor

because words are what matter
i'd climb inside...if i could
their minds spin that magic
i know better;.... i should

no knack to trade words
with anyone new
it's the writers and poets
who help hear the hues

ah,.. their loving is trag//ic
.... and beautuful, too
cause you can't help, but to hold them
and they.can't.help.wanting it, too...

the minute they let you
into their hearts
you find it's a chamber
with tangled-up parts

and they will love you with all
they've got -to- spare
but there is always some haunting
of ghosts ^hang^ing^ there

they'll hold you so close
while,..they hold you at bay
and they'll crush\you\with\silence
when they've no.thing to. say.

cause they haven't quite left you
but it's headed that way
you're the next empty spector
in their collection today.....

while they're penning you in
they'll leave your heart drained
& alone in your worry
about alloftheir__pain

yet,...i've done it before
and...i'll do it again
....Words/My/Achilles
like Whiskey.and.Gin

how the ache
seeps in...
it's gradual...assault
of senses/and/reason
of rational...
thought

consuming and maddening
Each breath some
...l e n g t h y ...chore
I'd pray
for some mercy
...but I'mnotsure
whatfor..

If it meant I'd
{ ^^forget^^} her
...lost; our tan!ger!ine!
kiss
Only vague recollec_tions
...Never knowing...
all...that I'll... miss

Than I'd rather
live r/a/g/g/e/d
I'll skip... moving...
...on...on...on...
There's a hue
her.mouth.granted
Despite the raw
of hergone

no,...I don't really want it,...
although,..
Mercy; might
let me...sleep
being locked
/in/our/moments/
istheonlypartofher
I
Can
KeeP

it's checking
the
weather
in the city she's sleeping
it's ir/rel/e/vant and you
can't... f  e e l... it
but it's com//fort//ing
all.the.same

It's how every s o n g
isabouther
and how
~along with inhaling~
you just want her
<<in vain>>

It's how you
smoke/each/one
to the nub
rewinding/reviewing/replaying
words said and words
leftin _thedone

it's the hope you felt
at sunrise
and how, by <<sun^^set>>
she was
Gone

it's the smoke in your lungs
labored drag that you pull
{c-h-o-ke the memory}
of her lips-in-your-mouth
and her words on.
your.
Tongue ...

and you knew/
      {know/known/knowing}
the(howmuch)words matter
yet you couldn't
{can't/won't/don't}
seem to
s _ p a _ r _ e <evenone>
for; me.

how you g {vanish} o
from sharing allofthewords
and our secret ~wants~
to the [    silence.   ]  
in/be/tw _ e _ e _ n

how,...i~tasted~your
li(youinmymouth)ps
but still/still/still
you have
no _ thing _ to _ say

i'm swal//\low//\ing boulders
Just.reading.your.name.

,...it's the ball jar...
.....of..... flowers...
you _  **ju**st _ let _
d<e<c <a<y