You want
to visit
for a
few days
after everything
why return
to the
scene of
the crime
for that
was not
an accident
not even
a surgeon
opens the
same wound
for surely
it will
cut again
and I’m
just not
sure if
there’s any
more room
on my
heart for
another scar
Category: Bean
HummingHim
The string
that once
was plucked
and played
singing its
happy melody
now yearns
moans longingly
haunting tunes
for when
love which
once was
is denied
it loses
its whistle
and becomes
a hum
RatherHearThanHave
It is
funny this
that bird
which for
so long
I’d wished
to keep
has returned
ready to
be caged
but now
I no
longer want
knowing that
a captured
bird never
sings songs
of beauty
Him
I miss him
the him him
not the he
or the his
but the him
not the he
who he was
or the his
that he had
but the him
the him him
that one him
that will forever
be with me
Photograph
A simple photograph
haunts me now
of some forgotten
man it whispers
here I am
like a cricket
he is calling
come find me
like a squeak
I look everywhere
and under everything
I try closets
pushing away coats
and beneath stairs
no one’s there
does he exist
certain he does
dropping into chair
I trace fingers
across the photograph
my fingers remember
that which my
mind now cannot
