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.