Summer, you do not have to be a fleeting lover.

the pain is not in the unknown,
it is in the knowing

5AM i walk towards "home" in yesterday's dress,
lake seagulls scream in the sky,
a still-shallow sun melts my sensitive eyes.
good-morning  
i think, good?
perhaps,
but nonetheless morning

--a take on many mornings i have had lately--

and for the first time
see with your eyes the eyes
that are not less than you wished
but are instead clear
no, they are green
they are you

they never return your call
says it all

feel the sensation
of your insides rotting
within the confines
of a gray cube

why should i continue to pour out to you
you seem not to care one way or the other
i ask my heart why she holds on
to each empty promise,
break again
and become stronger
strong enough to let go