Quiver

To live inside a song lyric,
how precious that would be.
To cast aside the melancholy,
pleasant artifacts for you and me.

To walk on a movie set,
every line fed, better than the last.
The thrill of those first glances,
rewritten, another scripted romance.

To live inside this poem here,
dreading fear, knowing this will pass.
Lovers knocking buildings down,
pulling rubble from the ground
sharing affections of a world
left quivering.

Transient

I can be a transient lover to you.
Stability, security, override what you feel.
Eventually my act gets tired.
Songs embellished in your name,
I don’t know what’s real.
Forgiveness is.
I owe myself a few more mulligans.
Nothing rhymes with mulligan.
Except restarting.
Not really.

I don’t blame you for wanting out.
Happiness is a dollar sign, no time
for silly thoughts, these words of mine.
McCartney was right all along.
No amount of prose can replace structure,
fidelity, coarse in the hourglass.
Rubbing you, those last sloppy moments in bed.
Sand stuck in your bathing suit.
“Fuck me” still hanging in the air over my head.
It felt so dirty to be with you.
Transient love spent.
My well-meaning “goodbye” sent.

Missing

I miss you like the rain
when all the clouds have went astray.
I miss you as if this empty heart,
never went too far
or fell apart.
I miss you when the stars went dead, never fell,
with no more secrets to tell.
I miss the way you smell, the still crackle of time
the ripples in the well.
I miss counting the days you were here, as if they had no end in sight,
and they’re all gone.
I miss the wide eyes, across the room,
the knowing warmth, dancing below the moon.
I miss you like tomorrow will never come.
Feelings unearthed, give rise to new ones.

Someday.

I can’t live for someday, I can only live for today.
The joy of holiday lights, accompanying the quiet waltz of two lovers finally awake.
Discarding restless pasts, tired eyes to gaze.
No longer staring into souls, hearts fawning out the flames,
once set ablaze.
Starlight, where space infinitely yawns at our dilemma.
Ever knowing presence of the moon and its gravitational pull.
Constant, predictable—the earth feels the tug, relentless, yet forgiving.
Loving.
Always returning for another pass. Only several blinks away.
Doing it all over tomorrow.
Again and again.

I Get It

I get it why people get dogs, write break-up songs, I get it all.

I see why we fight, regardless of who’s right- how you feel.

Don’t we just pretend to

care?

Why it was never that simple.

I get that now.

I see the daylight rise while breathing out those we’ve lost.

I get it all.

Where the coffee pursed my lips, the mirage of October waiting in the wings.

And I get why we play dress up, trick or treat, lie to ourselves, lie to our friends.

I mistook our lies for friendship.

How expendable we are.

The beginning never resembles the end.

I almost forget why I came. And I don’t feel the same.

It breaks my heart to know what we left on the table.

Why we gave it away.

I get it, I get it, I get it all now.