Last night I read your poem
in bed instead of writing
like I'd said I would.  I
had to start over twice
because my eyes aren't
as good as my heart
when it comes to stopping
and starting at pauses
heavy with losses.  Lost
causes and me seem to be
your specialties. Especially me.

there's no longer enough sleeping
medication to put me to sleep for a couple
of hours
the doses aren't strong enough to knock
me out of staring at my fears on the
blank ceiling
toss
turn
bury my head
check my phone
repeat
i still can't escape the fears
the ones that i make up in my head
and the ones that happened once before
my biggest fear?
losing you again
but i believe you when you say
you're not going anywhere this time
and knowing that puts me to ease tonight

Lucy kissed a jawbone
bye beneath a diamond sky

2.8 million years
and a gazillion tears ago

That's a lot of sorrow

for a man
kinda like me.

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I hate how
you still make me
feel warm like a summers
day like you used
to

There was always something
about the way the moon would
illuminate the roads before us
when our minds couldn't rest
that always gave me more comfort
than the blankets on my bed

Hours, days and weeks
my car was found on the south
of the island searching for where
you lost the sparkle in your eye
when you would talk about the
sunset, and how you would
make the sun your infinite lover
and how I should meet them in the
morning with you one day
and the moon was a frequent lover
that you studied his every move

you used to say how "everything
will fall into place,"
and maybe that's what I need to hear
tonight
but for now, I'll just look up
and hope that you're going to make
it through just one more night
because you told me not to
look for you.