a man could trip
over his own
loneliness
out there

 

Side by side with ghosts tonight – I linger, whispering to the moon.

 

 

I am afraid
I may have
termites

something
is in there

I feel it

feasting
on the pulp
of my heart

 

 

it is finally quiet enough for me to hear myself

crumbling

 

 

 

 

I’ve known some lonesome places that you never really come back from. You might think that you have come back in one piece, but you slowly start to realize that there were so many things you had to lose or shed or amputate in order to get out alive, and those things are all irrecoverable. You had to leave them behind. If you’re lucky, really lucky, they were things that can grow back. But usually they’re not.

 

We watched in silence as the sunrise solved the riddles of the sea.