smokerings

Satellite

ending,

beginning- the

sum of parts and the whole

leave; enter, fight

escape. Blend, mix

dance and play and

hurt each other, so gently

that they laugh in

astonishment. No tears.

tears are for flavoring kisses

of farewell, so sweet but

so incomplete without

that sad, salty trickle of

fear… transit room boarding

passes loading space shuttles

flying off into the great unknown

and both of us remain

here but I’m still alone

without you, spinning

satellite. more moving

more pushing shoving

take no luggage,

leave no bags

of love, and

sorrow

all the memories of

walking down empty

morning beaches, finally

figuring it out… memories

of the times we never

had.