there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us

i,

too,

rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.

at the least,
one point while we were together,
i'm sure we felt the same thing.
i can't exactly decipher when
because i don't know when
you started to lose feelings.
maybe it was that kiss on the dock,
the lake had never looked so beautiful
until your lips were on mine.
or maybe it was my weight on yours,
your hands placed on my thighs
and my tongue down your neck.
but i definitely know it wasn't our last kiss
when your touch felt too hungry
and i couldn't find an ounce of myself in your eyes.
though i can't say you loved me,
you can't say you didn't feel what i felt
in the beginning.

i'm sad
but i should walk my dog



so only one of us is sad.

when one asks you to share a poem of your own
what do you send

a poem from years ago
full of uncertainty

a poem from yesterday
filled with confusion

a poem of love
a poem of sadness

a poem with rage
a poem with fear

secretly all fatigued

they're all filled with bits of my life

I sowed each letter and word
I tied them together
with my breath
finished the last sentence

I don't know which of all to send
I have no favorites
one is not better than the rest

I'll send one from today
if it's still breathing

Why is your heart broken my love?
I waited days to speak to you.
But words had failed me
I seek solace in your company but receive only romance
I wish I could touch your face and know what kissing the tears of heaven feels like
Let me nurse that broken heart that had gone amiss