To leave you, my dear,
empty, open and wounded--
Leaving you is all I think about.
To strand you, darling,
speechless at your door--
a prison with no escape but me.
To discard you, like wrappers
from mistakes I've made with you,
or photos ripped and broken glass.
To crush your heart, still beating,
'til the final thud, as you did, and do,
to me. To steal from you your smile, and
each dead-end of bone & marrow.
Of what am I more sure than this?
And yet, the arms that fasten you to me
are mine. A night of hopeless atrophy,
two bodies intertwined.
Written November 30, 2012