Went to the woods, searching for the path we took
a few years back, maybe my last favorite memory
I was hoping to burn the letter and let it all melt off
when we slept that night it was like children, we didn’t recognize
one another, all giddy and breathing up stodge into the tent
how I thought the whole world might be back then
That tent you broke last summer, if I remember right
things have not been the same since
Oh so little, could I have imagined
as we listened to the rusty songs of the creek, a year n change ahead
I would call this town home too? Maybe I’d’ve believed,
but oh, living here and not knowing you? baking your cake,
squeezing life into the arms of your next chapter?
I reckon even then it was lurking in the air
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The sun was drawing towards the horizon and I did not
find the path, tears welled within me, quick pass
Down to the creek I found a nook my own
and funny is it like going to that camp we staked
might wash it all away
I read the letter and simply felt, the sun peered through two trees
as my witness, Thank You,
it burned up slowly. I placed the flaking bits upon the water
dissolving like the tail of a goddess, ceremonial
New Moon this last bleed, grief and closing
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I miss you like an old torn dress
every summer I’d run in, doused in river and sun
You don’t even fit now, but there are photos
all over the web, like a birthday and I see that dress
and some small self of me, gleaming in that pure, taken shot
that does not yet know how the years
roll on and trample. I am true now, in service
to the woman I will be, am and have been
That dress would not fit, poor fabric
or length, my hips have pushed their seams
a life force as obvious as the sun today,
tomorrow weathers warm and I might swim, wash off
all this early April smell
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