Sometimes
like a black cat in a dark alley,
my heart wishes it had
no memory of you.

Nothing, no lover...
Will ever hold you more intimately
than water or air.

If we imagine the world
then make it so...
We need a new imagining.

You have written your name
in the sands of my heart.
I could no more forget you
than I could to breathe.

Past the midnight watch...
in the inner reaches of my heart,
a door opens
and in wearing your face grinning,
grief comes calling.

Take a ****
talking to the dog.
Wandering around in circles
muttering to myself.
Looking for this book
that recipe.

An old 60s song comes on
I bop about the room to the music.
Petting the dog I look at the book
and wonder why I've got it at all.
Sometimes all the voices in my head
can do is sigh.

Of all the addictions...
Chocolate is how
lust should be.