liberal recuperation

someday,

 

i imagine you’ll walk backwards

to the place where we first met

& forget me.

i’m just trying to make peace,

trying to wake up

& drink morning coffee

with you, waiting for something

to change, to be a little

sweeter, maybe.

 

you’ll find me there,

at the edges,

holding a piece of cheese

in my hand

& i’ll be softer,

so much softer

than before.

 

so maybe she’s right.

that i don’t know,

& maybe I never will,

but i think she could sense it;

that hollow

we’re all running from

the one from the night

we walked so far

& i looked at you

your kind eyes

beating heart

warm hands,

just wanting to feel

something

other than

alone.

 

if it’s true,

what she said to me

the night i left,

if i can trust

hollow

& know you feel it

too, maybe

we aren’t alone

after all.

 

so i suppose

love is really just

this;

 

if nothing means anything,

i don’t want to face it

without you.