bending low

 

bending low

it’s all the thoughts I cannot express

talking slow

the words you are forming

have no meaning

there’s no weight

speaking in zero gravity

undertow

all of the times we lost ourselves in yesterday

late nights of no tomorrow

summer kissing and bottled lightning

sweet nothings and keg parties

mushrooms and marijuana

dust under my fingernails

smelling of mesquite and bourbon

when did we die?

I am not sure I can quite remember the exact day

It may have something to do with what you’re trying to say

waiting for it now

bending low, gravel pressing through my jeans

forming itself into my knees

heart thundering, keeping pace with

the vowels that string together

this patois of goodbyes

you want to feed me

but I’m not hungry

It’s never quite enough

my quiet resistance quells some

of the spiteful harangue but you’re

so fucking persistent

I’ve never found you more lovely

I hope you find your happiness

Honest to God, I do

the beginning of my happiness

will be far away from you

bending low, I lay down in the dirt road

and watch you walk away sideways, such a different view

the taste of your whys color my palette anew

all of our moonlight amens

leave with you

bending low, time slow

it’s the words I wanted to say that

spill out of me and

mix with the dry clay and car exhaust

I believe they still cling to that

lost piece of farmland where we parted

in our yesterdays