Poem #1
Whatever drags your body to back shore
Whatever slows the etching on stone
Words I won’t live without
I’m sorry, I’ve said it all
Whatever wished you upon this earth
And whatever you wished upon the world
The love that felt without
Warm fingers outstretched
An empty space for you
Daydream a summer storm
Blades of grass on your soles
Whatever makes the joke
I miss when our voices slowed
Murmur the mentions
Blotted out names
Of two creatures, alone
What faith I left in bloodied hands
When we went off to war
There’s a void in your pupil
Makes the light stretch thin
The event horizon of a dream














