I never understood the mess we made,
Nor could I come to terms with all we lost...
I feel the wind on my neck,
the rain on my skin...
two flowers
crushed between...
Do you remember our first date?
That downtown Chinese place...
Did you love this city’s winter murk?
the fog settling on the river...
That when
you open my heart at the seams...
Thighs
strangled...
If my heart was of bone
Instead of muscle tone...
When we separated
I inherited the equity of sorrow...
.
in the rain...
I warned you I'd be trouble
You knew it from the start...
You glowered like a beacon
A search light seeking me...