The smell of rain is back again.
and if i could bury myself closer to you,
i\'d be six feet under, right next to the earthworms.
we are both wishing to know and be known, but dirt
fills my lungs - so i\'m left clutching your skeleton -
you\'ll be gone and i\'ll be here
I drove home in silence today.
the kind of quiet that sends thunder through the ears,
and tightens limbs with apprehension.
heart wrapped to the wheel: wheel jelly in my hands.
you\'ll be gone and i\'m still driving
When i get home, it\'ll be - eerily - silent.
i will write no words about you
because writing makes it real;
writing adds another suitcase to your car
and mile to the road between us.
you\'ll be gone and i\'ll be stuck