Some day it will not
hurt so much and we only
have to make it there.

They say intent is a spell

I
must
stop
thinking
of
you

I can endure your summons no more

and with the last straw
my back
collapses, rips open
my chest
devours
my throat
my words
my lungs
my breath
leaving

my heart

exposed to the cold of

my alone

if I am going to be
lonely
I’d rather be
lonely

alone

the more the words

f

a

l

l

from my lips
the more the shame

f

a

l

l

s

from my body

i will endure every

breath

of heart

break

for a moment of your love

and as his face fades from my mind
I can read these scribbles and find
sinewy arms around me
long legs folded into mine
but the cars



whooshing



                                 by



                                                       outside



do not sound the same