small hands
like small minds
can never grasp great things

My heart I give to you
swelled and patched
lighter in your familiar hands
I cradle yours close to where mine
had rested, so heavy

major waterways
are connected
for a reason

please do not
remain
in your own
stagnant pond

Somebody bundled
it into a clock
and slung it up high on a wall,

with numbers
like bars between us,
where there had been nothing before;

before,
my days had come open,
open and endless like sky,

but boxed on the wall
there looked no room for all
of the rest of my lifetime and I.

The most
dangerous
are those
sincere
in their belief
of a lie

Tonight
I held my pen
Like I once held you

And while I wept over the loss of you
A smile broke through my tears for all that my poetry had to gain