The light

Splashed

Unto concrete days

I watched

As you scribble pictures

In the sand

They resembled words

Like

“Wash me away”

Tender

That’s only half

Of the two sides

Struck

By a corner

The street was a dry throat

The cold chaffed our ambitions

Bargain shameful memories

For secret doors

You opened me

The directions of collapse

I used to hold words

While you searched for pens

I forgot

To write you

Books

The titles are known

To those who fake it

Fill the empty spaces

With legroom

So you can stretch

Between remembering comfort

And sad places

Fall on your face

In the middle of a

Vacant parking lot

Don’t drive

That’s all you talk about

In your sleep

Don’t sleep

That’s all we ever talk about

When we settle

Settle;

This is a picture

You never drew me

Don’t draw this hovering tinge

Sweep your neck

Its ending