love or whatever’s left

you say

your heart

wasn’t in it

and i believe

by it

you mean you

and by you

i mean us

*

with the slow

self-immolation of

breathing

i turn away from

the sun

to see a night

like a wedding lace

showing what

could have been

with gentler kisses

and less stumbling vows

of i can do better

but this is not bad

either

inhale

another’s breath

that leaves your lips

cold

*

she sat still

doing little at all

besides for playing

with her hair

and i imagine

even the universe

stopped to watch

*

you say you

love me

but i think

i am left with

the love of

whatever’s left

from the last love

like i haven’t done this yet,

do you want to