Monday, May 30, 2016


in my dreams, the memories
are an old movie, crackling
and faded with nostalgia.
your family, your children, the busy
are identical to the moving parts
we once were
a painful reminder
an ache in my heart
the closeness that only caused risk
a personality that could burst with such colorful
sparks or destroy
anyone at arm's length, i
how your daughter ran to me,
from you,
for the safety
i still needed
as if, in proving
this ridiculous test of love
to myself,
it would not matter what was real.
and to that ideology and film, i now
take a torch.