A bag full of jackets
When I first met you
All for charity
But that wasn't true.

Legs spread out
So I couldn't get through
I wouldn't have looked
At a man like you.

I gave you my number
You gave me yours too
You sent me a message
The first of a few.

You fell on hard times
Needed a chance to be new
I gave you that chance
Because that's what I do.

A room was then painted
Green stripes and blue
I gave you my keys
You kept them too.

My money was gone
My daughter too
How I wish
I'd never met you.

So Charity now
Begins with a few
Holding on tight
And starting anew.

Mostly you stay silent
Listening
Hollow
Fast.

Sometimes you stay dormant
Waiting
Shallow
Caste.

Often you stay violent
Waving
Arrow
Past.

One day it's my moment
Smiling
Swallow
Last.

Two beds making an L shape.
The shape we'd made.
The LOVE of you.
Two rugs making a V shape.
The shape we'd made
The VISION of you.
Two covers making a C Shape.
The shape we'd made.
The CLOSENESS of you.

One window making an F space.
The shape you've made.
The FREENESS of you.
One sky making a B shape.
The shape you've made.
The BEAUTY of you.
One heaven making an A shape.
The shape you've made.
The ANGEL of you.

No thoughts making an E space.
The shape I've made.
The ENERGY of you.
No mirrors making a G space.
The shape I've made.
The GHOST of you.
No dreams making an M space.
The shape I've made.
The MEMORY of you.

It's good for the soul and mind she said
Talk to me, dance with me, leave your bed.
It's good for the body and heart she said
Move with me, write with me, leave it dead
It's good to hear words and thoughts I said
Share with me, be with me, stay in my head.
It's good to have a good friend I then said
Plan with me, map with me, give me a thread.

Advertise
Put it on
A line.

Package
In there you
My memory.  

Wrap
In soft Bubbles
Tight shut.

Send
To best buyer
It ends.

I cannot embrace the newness of you or smell the white powder that lingered here- for days and weeks and years and forever - it's here.
Plucking you from fresh grass - blowing and watching you fly away - a spore in the wind.
Never making time to wish or hope or dream.
I cannot let myself remember how you touched the silk - looking into your black eyes I saw a sun, a moon, a planet - my world.
I cannot open my door my friend.
I cannot move or listen.
I do not hear or see or feel.
I cannot wait and hear
The other ones cries.

Single
Or in a bundle
Either way
I think I have been
Selling myself
Too Cheap.
The hammer starts it
0
Following
Words.
Start the bidding
It could be
Priceless.