waning crescent
“this isn’t going to work out, is it?”
and maybe it won’t, though
even if our paths diverge
like two trains side-by-side
pulled inevitably apart
even if the gestures feel
empty watching our thimbleful
of hourglass sand tick by
even if our shadows stretch
farther and thinner until they
tear and split in two once more
i’ll remember the times
you held me when
i couldn’t hold myself
i’ll remember the morning
wahoos, the poems, the
last-minute fabrication runs in n52
i’ll remember your kindness
your ethic, your strength
your ambition
and i want you to know
that even if i've broken
your heart once again
in a simpler world
and another life
i would have loved
just doing laundry
and taxes
with you