[thisislife]

I wanted to say that I loved you
Like baby-blue ribbons spread out on the floor,
Like sparrows and footnotes scattered in the wind,
Like the bottom of a wine glass
When you’re almost there.
Tell me I’m a little closer than yesterday.
I’m tired of being chained to an earthquake,
Split-stuck inside of an avalanche,
Wondering if my quivering will start a war
Or just another pebble, rolling,
Clinking sharp and holy at the bottom of your weeping-well.
Well, I never thought of you as anything less than.
I think, sometimes, that I should’ve said something different.
I never thought.
I wanted to say that I loved
Like baby-blue sparrows tied up in the sky,
Like the glass was still shattering,
Like a hundred pages of something greater,
Something that I couldn’t.
Sometimes, in the bottom of my thoughts, I still
Hope that you’ve forgiven me
Like the rumble of an orison in rising waters.
Hope that you’ve forgotten me
So we can start anew
When our past was burned off in scraps and litter and flecks of paint
As though we were children again and our fingers were filthy and our lunches were homemade
And you never thought to ask and we never thought to tell and
I was still a shining mule all toothache and heartache and headache and I was all
But our hair was on fire and our world was on fire and our houses were burning
Like a wine bottle in a sermon;
I can still remember the smash of.
I wanted to say that
Like a littered path to home,
Like pigeons pecking at the scraps,
Like a
Hey — I can still remember your face.
There is someone
Who churns me.
I’ve been grappling the stranglehold of my throat for too long.
And it all goes to piec
I wanted to say
Like a receding waver,
Like fragments gashing at my ruins,
Like the little I have left to shore against myself
I have remembered, rescued from the dusty coastlines, the pictures of your eyes,
Until they close
And fall apart
And fall ravaged
And ravaged fall.
You were coming to pieces in my arms.
Your tongue tasted like lees.
I can still remember the breath of it.
The way you.
And then when we sunk right down to the bottom of everything
And you looked up at me,
Bobbing above the crests,
And said
I wanted to
Before the blue blue blueness all gushed away
Before I could have the chance to forg
Bef
And it all drains from my memory,
Receding piece by piece,
Until I am yet young again and the world has no meaning;
Tell me: where were you?
Where have you been?
It’s been so long. I wanted t
I wanted
Like the cut-blue of the sparrow-song,
Like the wine-soaked pages,
Like the deep nights of
I wa
I
As if I could bear to remember it all.
As if I could recall the sun, and the slip-breeze, and the clod,
And the world would shimmer inside of my
And life would be beautiful once more;
And there would be time, stretching across the all of it,
To say everything that needs to be.
Hey —
Like a hurricane.
Sweeping myself awa
y.