that our hearts fell from the stage
or that some impish god
pulled broken the strings.
Now it’s tar and tears, a new pavementover the old road we drove:
intersections, car crashes;
dead love merging with the moonlight.
Those memories we made?A bitter lick of blood
falling from the tongue of yesterday.
And they dripdrip
into a widening pool.
I hope it will end soon—I prefer silence when forgetting you.
(From the book Wilderness & Love)