I can write the saddest things tonight.
example: ‘The night has been smashed
the stars left to shiver, far away, in the blue.’
The wind turns around in the night to confess.
can write the saddest things tonight.
wanted her, and sometimes she wanted me.
nights like this I held her in my arms.
times I kissed her under a certain sky .
wanted me, and sometimes I wanted her too.
eyes, fastening me. How to do anything but love her.
words catch on my heart. Dew gathers on grass.
it means that my love couldn’t keep her.
night is starry and she’s not with me.
That’s it. Someone
far away is singing. Away.
am restless in her distance. My eyes cast the line to draw her in
though my heart reaches for her, she’s not here.
same night; the same trees whitened.
we were, then—we’re no longer the same.
don’t want her any more, of course. But how much I wanted her.
words, ransacking everything, even the wind, just to be heard by her.
There will be another. Just as before.
voice. Her body, alight. Her endless eyes.
know I don’t want her now, but sometimes I do.
so short, this thing love, and forgetting is so long.
nights like this that I had her in my arms
absence seems to wrest my spirit from me.
And even though
this is the last loss she takes from me
this, this is the last thing, I write her.