See
the summer ending
at the end of our palms
so let’s wait til tomorrow
to set all of our plans
into motion
see
the green
of the locomotives
against the track
of my small town
and they’ll speed past
when I admit
that I’ve always
had a penchant
for everything you hate
for anything as ancient
as the fears that grow
in your garden
the ones that you water
with my resolve
it’s your eyes
that wrinkle
the backs of my hands
not the time
I spent mending
the fences between us
even months after
you’re not a stranger
the lower east side
echoes with our laughter
now I have someone else
who holds me together
but no amount of wrinkles
on my skin
can separate me
from the sharp inhalation
that your presence brings
but I hesitate
when I see you wringing
your hands
on the street corner
with your friends
my darling
my baby
the lights on my nightstand
keep your ghost lit up
reminding me
of the park
at night
when you found my heart
before the veil
of dark
found it’s way
to every highway
and slow breeze
in the mountains past
the place you grew up
long before the gin
found it’s way into your cup
and now
after you
I’m shedding skin
until I’m see-through
enough for my veins
to call out your name
so you’ll know the honesty
behind the words:
“I’ll see you again.”