gravel

cement coughing a night

i can’t appreciate

with a head dedicated

to what was it

just remember it this time please

eyes there watching as i descend

into you

and the same shame of another opportunity

not taken

when my hands are full of the emptiness of i

seeing nothing more

than the ground that is firm

total

that is filled with the shoulders of giant

who are still shadowed

by the clouds

it will rain soon

why are there a few remaining drenched

unhurried

with the pool of bruises in their pockets

with the light that cracks through

with the knowledge that it doesn’t always

but then it will go on

like hair

unbrushed

and left to leave

to all the places

the heads the thoughts the mind

cannot

but then

i walk

the cement wears

and now

how is here

where you are no longer