pointed out brethren in dirt below
smile of sky
promise of searing pain
his love was true
all I could collect
were bits of crockery
ripped photos
should I have admitted
I’d follow beyond trail’s end
or
make great haste
with artifice and rhyme
walked another neighborhood
violet sky
phantom pain in searching hands
my love was fully realized
all I want
are moments of shared breath
huddled on one pillow