We didn’t drift apart.
House parties,
oranges and cherries
inert in their green
clay bowls. You,
already weeping.
Giving you me
which you could not hold.
Demolition is lovely.
It creates room
for your thoughts
to move into the emptiness.
The words
I offered you
like lassos for clouds.
Throwing the rope
over and over.
I could not pull them
closer, only apart.
