Selected Poems
Goodbye Ceremony
At our ceremony of goodbye
She plays peacemaker, but unable to go, gently
stains our parting with streaks of sorrow.
I anoint myself with her tears
paint myself for a journey, alone.
What words will be incense, placed in the burning bowl?
In the wake of our goodbye ceremony
mourning and regret are just debts, leveled and paid.
Fond memories will drag behind as
cans tied to the bumper clang in our eyes
Each untie, one by one, until the next goodbye.
Silence still stings and makes our heated ears ache.
The burden of goodbye tangled between us
pulls our scaffold at its' weakest joints.
But moments before the collapse,
and as the wall rises in its' place,
we look at each other, one last time.
I spread splinters like salt, as I walk away.
She plays peacemaker, but unable to go, gently
stains our parting with streaks of sorrow.
I anoint myself with her tears
paint myself for a journey, alone.
What words will be incense, placed in the burning bowl?
In the wake of our goodbye ceremony
mourning and regret are just debts, leveled and paid.
Fond memories will drag behind as
cans tied to the bumper clang in our eyes
Each untie, one by one, until the next goodbye.
Silence still stings and makes our heated ears ache.
The burden of goodbye tangled between us
pulls our scaffold at its' weakest joints.
But moments before the collapse,
and as the wall rises in its' place,
we look at each other, one last time.
I spread splinters like salt, as I walk away.
