this morning's heartbreak was
knit
with gardens of initiation
with smiles beneath blankets
with a fear of only fear
itself.
just centimeters closer to
these past fifteen years, he
and I were participating in
passing the time, eyeing the
other, and the heaviest of words
were flown as easily as his
breaths were deep.
Maybe youth was
shed
Maybe years stretched our
skin
But I found myself beside
(myself)
a drain, pleading with a passion.
I left a wax stamp
and woke for a
farewell.
