intimate reeve

smokestacks billowing smog,
train crossing in the distance,
yielding traffic light flashing,
wind rustling dead leaves.

you’ve lived here all your life,
you were fond of it in youth,
you cast it off in adolescence,
but you won’t miss it in old age.

it was here,
you confided,
poured out,
regretted most.

you were persuaded,
the north would set you free,
no ties to old lies,
you fled in the morning.

the days without,
made short the months through,
for the years past,
hopes you would return.

nothing ever changes,
in a town you were born,
with the people you remember,
for you to give up on.

the smog still climbs,
the trains still pass,
the traffic light blinks,
and the leaves,
are born again.


the moonbeams glowed on your face.
the stars sparkled in your eyes.
the wind rang in your ears.
the cold air, filled your lungs.

you changed before me.
into someone else.
foregoing farewells.
you chose to forget the past.

i’ll remember you as you were.
that night in my arms.
cold, but content.
waiting to disappear.


i always think of you in the autumn,
when leaves fall
with sharp winds.

maybe it’s from our past encounters,
closed local pools
echoing our voices.

from the cold catching our skin,
tangled hands
on frozen lips.

we didn’t have a summer love,
hearts in other places
far from reach.

but it ended how it started,
when a season ends
a new one begins.


where do i go from here?
i’ve made sacrifices,
chosen path after path.

yet here i am.
stopped before a chasm,
only to go below.

did i make a mistake?
all of the choices i made,
i think about them now.

i did my best.
working through problems,
creating solutions.

so have i failed?
this jagged ledge,
breaking away.

i must have lost my way.
back near the middle,
or beginning.

can i fix this?
maybe if i go back,
or jump down.

it will keep me in place,
until it pushes me off.


would you come back to me?
i’ve misplaced all my memories.
last night I fell from the sky.
realized what time it was,
jumped a few stories.
i burst into pieces,
when i struck the ground.
nobody recognizes my face anymore.
i was high.
forgotten time.
remedy this portrait of me.
i came assembled.
posable and slender.
but I just can’t seem to remember,
where did you go?