And from afar
a crackle and 
a voice reminding
I’m still here 
days have gone 
ways of rain
but every time 
that I see
I want to
try to and 
yet never do 
because I know 
that you’re there
still there always 
there forever there 
and that there 
brings me back 
forever to you 

Loves comes in
many flavors and 
goes out in
a few sometimes 
it is lost
like taste or 
smell or feeling 
and others it
turns like fruit 
or milk or 
direction but I 
think the worst
is it disappearing 
quietly just eroding 
like mortar or 
hair or will

So much so
little too late 
the cup dry
and dirty sits
waiting for more 
none ever comes 
the bottom seen
the heavy bits 
are what remains 
after the drink
enjoyed is over 

Yes what’s that 
I whisper near
in this bed
what made you 
turn like that 
and move closer 
wiping hair from 
eyes that now 
only dance upon 
your dreams I’m
here I remind
with a kiss 
but your lips
don’t respond as
you are thinking 
of someone else 

I’m tucked 
up tight
corner unit 
third floor 
my birdhouse 
a garret 
I sometimes 
romantically imagine 
secreted above 
the Seine 
or Rhine
or Thames
a place 
of age 
where age 
and wisdom 
percolates and 
whistles and 
where I
call home