Monday 4 June 2018

As I near the intersection

As I near the intersection,
the ghosts of love linger in
their heavy cloaks.

Here is where Mel and I pushed a dying car.
Here is where I snapped photos with Donna.
Here is where I tried to play the uke with Linda.

Mel, Donna, Linda
—the names are now just words
and distortions of something
something good;

The failure of the words to represent the love
like the failure of my heart to cultivate the love;

it is a heart that’s tried to throw the sword down
but still meets with the ghosts
of dead intersections,
each of us cloaked
in our own

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