Tuesday, May 02, 2023

stay

my love   spills   like an accident 
becomes the far, blue soup 
of the sky 

even the longest goodbyes end
even the deepest breaths 
end with why

and how we lean into earth's pull
until    nothing   becomes 
the only thing

I could try to    open    my heart 
I could try to let you go 
but you won't go

1 comment:

Gillian said...

Very sad.

ode to my summer

the tree golden in early summer                a leafy umbilicus into light                  summer weeks stall forever                   no...