Love will never
be this again for me
will never be your endless mind
will never be your indifference to me
and my hushed innocence

love will never be
this pure and white
I'm snow, I am snow before
the boots come trudging
and your coffee cup leaves a ring
on a newspaper
The New York Times

love will never be
as honest
and stupid
and naive
as it is now
in front of you and you do not even see it
grieving
in front of you.
as ridiculous as I feel now when
I look at you
and close my eyes to hear your voice

Love is shame
and secrets
and a baby bird who knows
nothing before she falls