i guess i already saw the end...

i guess i already saw the end

to a false path before i turned on my heel

to stop, listen,

pause in an uncertainty that allowed your love-stricken words

to flood me with illusion

your face reflects the end in uncertain terms

that vie for possession of verbose tomorrows

and small slices of self-important forever

i guess

i still smell a spring sky reflected in your memory,

new apartments, the sterile rubber of airports: a burning joy

that was too big for me to competently grasp

The same loneliness like a hunger pain that your most impatient words could not erase.

Is missing as easy as it seems?

As hard?

i search for the pieces of you wedged throughout like splinters,

to pluck like flower petals-- to falter, to fail

to stand against my utterly heartbreaking task of

moving on

past

you

01.30.09