I’ve built this 
to be mine
to be mindful 
and at peace 
and I’ve learned 
that not anyone 
not just anyone 
deserves to be 
here with me 
for my happiness 
both with here
and with me 
is not meant 
to be given 
to just anyone 

I keep bumping 
up against you
not you exactly 
but you when 
I’m with them 
because I’m reminded 
that they’re not 
I want easy 
I’m tired of 
trying on shoes 
I don’t want 
to break in
a new pair 
I want the 
same old two 
you me us

The full moon 
cradled in the 
arms of clouds 
slowly slips deeper 
down the sky 
over and then 
behind the mountains 
but just before 
it quietly disappears 
turns to me 
it longingly does 
see you in
one short month 
my dear friend 

Maybe it’s fire
that sets you 
to boil like 
some gnome deep 
inside the cauldron 
that you are 
chucking logs into 
raising your temperature 
until at last 
you boil over 
or perhaps its 
claws that squeeze 
cracking the shell 
where inside lays
the meat you 
that then flies 
in all directions 
I just want 
me to be 
water and hands
to you dousing 
and piecing together 
the boiled over 
and broken you 

As the bloom
is to spring 
and the flake 
is to winter 
and the leaf
is to wind
so is new
my very hope 
new is change 
and it’s now 
for new and
now and change 
simply tells me 
that the old 
is now over