Leaving Port

Lying to myself and you to save us
trouble of separation, side-effects…

Root of all longing: his fading words, dust
shrouding every action, muted by wrecked

opportunities to run together–
Willing to give up both of my small hands,

but you loosened grip, broke silken tether
binding us to mountain peaks. I’ll command

the waterfalls to take my palms instead,
hold tight, prevent the unknown from filling

us with more promises viscous as red
tides. Leap into lake’s cold cradle, tilling

my veins open: my apology for
planting the seed that took you from far shore.


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