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Love fails

Never speak of it
Always think of it
My unique window,
my spectral, inescapable view
We don’t live long enough
to state our absolutes—like
some grief that robs the heart

Love fails 

Gave it the best I’ve got—
every time
The comprehensibility of
a pointless universe
“I come and go as I please;
I answer to no one”
I’d share the stars with you

Love fails  

The substance can be outrageous
if you stick to the form,
if you get under the skin
of another’s life and then
keep going because you
relish your truth each
time it’s found

Love fails

What do you do when
some friend of yours says
“Don’t come around here any
more” and where do you go?
The thirst, the restless search
The universe is 13.7 billion years
old, and 137 is a magic number

Love fails

Unexplained and inexplicable wonder
Vodka stench on her breath—
It’s cold out and I think to myself
“Where is she? Is she cold
and alone and wet or passed
out on the street?”  “I don’t
want to burden you” she says

Love fails

I awoke at 1:15 a.m.
and you were gone,
your hooded robe in disarray
on the floor, and an empty
ice cream cup upside down
in the hallway—no goodbyes,
just the spitefulness of pain

Love fails

My heart twists for you
each time I see what you’ve
left behind—your purse, a can of
energy drink, two empty vodka
one-shots—one-shots like a stab
to the heart—how she hurts
in this whirlpool of pain

Love fails

I would hold her hand—
I’d wonder if she wanted me
to hold her hand or just let me
Someone gets close to me
and then leaves—We took
a walk together long ago—maybe
we weren’t supposed to but we did

Love fails

Blonde hair that flies up
from her face,
hands in the air,
a blank stare—
her blue eyes are blank
“If I’m shaking they won’t let me
through Security and onto the plane”

Love fails

The terror of cancer is easy to see
The inner pain of the addict
requires more imagination, more
empathy—“Why does she do it?
Why won’t she seek treatment?
Why can’t she stop?
What is this awful disease?”

Love fails

It rained all morning,
cold and wet, and she’s gone
I hope she’s not on the streets
She left her purse in my room, took her
phone and an expired passport, and her
bank card—“My love, won’t you partner
your life just a little bit more with me?”

Love fails

 

 

-October 20, 2018-