Call me


This chill spring

takes no hostage


blossom hovers

on the brink


& every breath

is hard, rattles




I’m closed

in from cold.


You called

again, as you


sometimes do,


& life peeled

back forty years


evoked us

shining new.


You found me

laughing, in that


turbo crowd:

our love a dream.


I remember

every charm


we stitched,

on our bracelet


of desire,


yet now we talk

of children,


grown & moved



Your new love

cleaves to you,


like designer



& I fly free

as I always


promised to;


waiting for

sun’s molten


heart to

heal me.



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