X65

A Long day;

And I have loved you in its every era.

But

once

most

across the threshold,

two doors down,

and ‘fore the gloaming,

bathing

in the last blitz of soft, buttery sunlight

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X64

Tenfold are my sins in absentia.

How many times have I committed that very crime

⁃ deemed you guilty from the shadowy corners of my mind?

But then did your innocence,

in the pristine waters of your eyes,

remove the dagger from my vengeful hand.

New Family

I stood there with them in the pews,

enrapt,

rejoicing.

Yet, from afar,

I watched them while

waiting there for a conviction,

for a feeling;

an orphan I –

a disbeliever,

my eyes upon the seas.

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X63

You held me in a 

downtown park

with stern hands

that conveyed not warmth but safety,

a roof,

a full tummy.

It was 

April

and the birds and the bees and the soil and the flowers and the trees and their blossoms could no longer contain their secrets.

Today it all came back to me.

and now I think I understand 

Brother,

In this strange limbo of absence and bereavement, there is no wine or religion to mollify us. For will we meet again some distant morning, as the insistent birds encroach upon our forlorn thoughts, and the dew that springs forth from our eyes is that of our joy? But here in the midst of happiness come the tides of grief, so tell us: what is this to not know but hell…

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Changes

I wanted life to be the long, pleasant evening that stretched before me. But I turned a corner. I got lost. Winter changed to spring. And from her tender womb this revolution – the flowers, the colours, the serendipities of love. But it was in this great upheaval then that I found you.

Because you said your favourite couple decided to call it quits, and this distresses you(for why give your all?)

An eye on the clock. Once half-hearted. I would have loved you. On borrowed time. And when I’m upon the moon’s harsh tiding, I will say I lose near nothing in its dying. Only one half heart. One eye lent to the clock. Though what dark foreboding seeps to the other side.