That endless second,
The eyes I’d begged the gods for one chance to lose myself in
every dream I’d never been able to believe in
staring into mine across the counter
– can’t remember if it was Gin in your hand –
could have been a gun, I wouldn’t have noticed.
I couldn’t say your name.
I will never forget – not being able
to say your name.
I thought of your long ago night walks
– how the cold ate what little flesh you allowed yourself
How the words seeped through the tears,
the blood – your blessing
The scabs laid one atop another until
The pages were thick with scars
– and I couldn’t say your name.