dying for work

to haunt myself since you refuse to anymore

Your kind and reassuring voice too perfect for 

Any life I’ve lived, any I know how to

To sit alone in a room you built, you said, 

With everything you loved and then me 

(Someone you once loved)

You hoped I’d hate your beard, your hair

I’d never

Pictures of couples laying in bed with 

romantic tattoos and perfect lighting 

The women elegantly thin, I am not 

One quiet landscape of my favorite place

A sun setting over the road where we first met 

And a box cackling with embers. 

I only wish to know the truth, to know it then 

and to know it now.

You’re back in my arms again and you love me. 

I never stopped. 

Maybe I should have, several stanzas ago,