small miracles,
she loved tea
and birds,
I was neither,
just somebody
to pass the time.
I wrote her a poem
once,
about a pirate,
but she said
she liked
TV better,
so I fell asleep hurt
and dreaming
of other times
sailing
the seas
with the wind in my hair,
and when
we broke up
it was like
walking the plank only I
knew
whatever
was in that ocean below
would be better
than what was above.
the end,