Endings (to Christopher)

And so you’re

Silent and faraway

Like the missing

Last few pages

Of favorite stories

I make up

An ending fit

For a princess

Because I fear

That the way

We really end

Is the way

That we are

CoalDiamonds

I’m something to

Many and nothing

To the others

Like coal can

Also be a

Diamond but likely

It’s just coal

To be used

Burnt and forgotten

Rather than kept

And finally revered

Unopened

And the music

Haunts me like

Your unopened letters

Staring at them

Wondering what’s inside

But these things

Aren’t like presents

More like coffins

For what’s inside

Is now dead

A poor resemblance

Of the bouquet

We once were

WritingBlossoms

And the melodies

Make me bob

And hum like

Tiny birds moving

From the blossoms

Of words taking

What I can

And pollinating

Just this page

SufferingLove

In loves absence

You think you

Suffer but here’s

The truth in

Loves absence it’s

Not really gone

It’s that you’re

Not sharing selfish

In love causes

Your simple suffering