Shorts

 

I got lost out there
under that mad, awful sky
looking for your love.

 

and we stood
there
under smiling skies

and I offered you
all that was left
of my tasteless
American
heart.

 

heartache
has a way
of climbing
up into the
brain

promise me that you will
empty your heart
every day

that you will fall headfirst
into sleep
spent and weary
after exhausting every inch
of your body
and soul
by giving
giving
giving
everything
to everyone
to anyone
every day

promise me that you will
not rest
until you have expended
every ounce of energy
you can muster

until you have dripped away
every drop of love
that you have secretly
been hoarding
in your heart
to bring a little bit of light
to someone else's life

I promise you
it will be worth it

I promise

 

 

the months piled up
like unread letters

and in some strange way,
I never felt better.