A distraction of your caliber
would be lovely tonight
different than all other nights
in that soon it will be done

Infrequent remorse
is my favorite way to put it
occasional life lived occasionally
our timeline laid to rest

There’s no pride in forgetting
no prize in losing you
just some small satisfaction
that you were here at all

Half measure of humanity
till I can stomach whole
return to indifference
a few years down the road


You’re welcome
to what remains
less morose
than might be imagined
less than what was

Several stories sold
still unfinished
I like to hope
pages I’d add
tucked in the margins
my diary deleting itself

I tried telling you once
I’d forget you
but it came out as love
a truth
told in two tales
both written by me

There’s no substance
in a name
till it finds ink
no sense of loss
till it stains your hands