route o

the following is not good. but neither am i.

*

so familiar

the hand holding

at a distance

to bring another close

while here

the cold circles like sleepless nights

or a tree already cut

wondering where the fallen fruit

goes if flowers shine

around

*

to see with my own eyes

my eyes not seen

is to be blind

to what is to be

you going

to gone

and i

a site

away

*

let me tell you

how it is

you will die by love

but it will be life you

will love

for it is then

untold and silent

on a tuesday in a grocery store

with one cereal looking less fibrous than the other

still colourful counterpart

a grocery handle that slips in your palms

and a light that pours onto uneven corners

of already bruised fruit and wrappers from stolen candies

that you will remember

how much you miss

her