I haven’t arranged you, made you an angel

with salves that you’ve saved just for me.

Did I ever suggest I can’t breathe without you,

or kiss you that passionately?

No heavenly sketch has been drawn

For us for anyone else, I just like you,

that’s all.

We haven’t agreed on blood or spirit,

we haven’t decided on flesh

We hug like children, you fall asleep like a

dark flower, distant and safe.

Sunday, something plain has cracked,

sober now, hungry and quiet, bye bye little girl,

so long.

So when I held your radiant face in my hands, I did not see an end.

The bird cherry stung deep in our chests as I walked you

home, lightly fumbling your hand.

Once more if you’ll be near, why can’t you

can’t you remain here, the panic, the ghost

will stay away, disappear.