I still think of you often
Like an old forgotten
Lullaby
That chimes its head
To and away from me
Once upon
A little bit
Every once
All the time.

I remember your curls
And the way I wanted you to love me
The way I fought for your attention
Your faith
Your talent
Your rain.

I wonder sometimes if I was in love with you harder
Because there was a barrier between us
Because I'm addicted to pain.

A new love
Though I can barely even
Call it, or dub it love
(For my own fear)
I went down a quiet tunnel road
Thinking the truth
Of how I was treated in the bedroom
And how they both left, with a clanging
Jingling
Heartfelt though ******
Mess.

I made movies about it
I often still do
My movies have become larger than me
My work has become larger than me
So much so
That the rest hasn't caught up
Not yet.

I haven't yet.