that's all

I wish that we could stop

talking. stop puzzling

with anger. stop gripping

at what we cannot gently love.

let it go.

(don't wonder if we weren't worth it.

of course we were

perpetual indecisions, it seems

I still get lost, so easy

every destination after us is a moving target,

I arrive always

to find that's not where I want to be.)



for what it's worth, we were fiery,

we burned ourselves to the ground,

and grew

new loves. the old ones are

fecund scars of the earth.



but that's all. there is nothing

to go back, nothing to redo. my silence

is not your punishment, it is
what I am, that's all.