your triumphs and your charms

the last time i saw t

was a cold tuesday morning.

smelt like cigarette butts and

breakfast that doesn’t want to be served.

she was dragged

to study klimt and morrissey

i assumed.

i didn’t cry, it couldn’t be forced

but i felt imprisoned and helpless

as if you owed me something

other than an eyebrow raise and

hair beneath a red knitted toque.

how i would’ve followed you

to the quarter note hedges

talk until you couldn’t stand me

about how i walked and studied the

ways of the world.

it kills me to know you exist

living life somewhere

take a sip for me

next tuesday.

tap my chin and bite your lip

i’ve forgotten your favourite

childhood meal.

or did i make that up?

how schwanengesang consumed

us complete.

the oncoming showers

gave way to sleet.

sometimes i look up

at our moon

it comforts me.

the last time i saw t

was a rude awakening

there is a divide

between the digital world and ours.

it’s too bad we’re both trying to explore the gaps

explore not exploit

i recall you like telling other people’s stories.

no, i never kicked those

four boys out.

there might have been a coax

i consider it one of god’s

greatest coincidences,

and that is a very long list.

i would take you ice skating

underneath the lights of whatever

fucking city we wanted

and buy matching red toques

as a token of appreciation.

the bars are closed

let’s settle down

and catch the train.

life moves too fast

sleet turns to snow

i know it’s over comes on

the beat down stereo.