I've done terrible things
like drive away
from
you in the rain
within my
rear-view mirror

like keep a
cauldron
of secrets brewing
within my
hard-shelled soul
where I do not exist

like leaving in the night
and hoping that you'd
leave me soon
that you'd be there soon
maybe that I'd love you soon

I've done wonderful things
like hold
her hand
to guide her to
her
India

To her private place of peace
where orange and
cinnamon veil gutted
battle wounds

like staying in the night
and hoping that she'd
leave me soon
one way ticket to
India soon
where I would love her
to the moon

Oh, these are wonderful things.