“my little bag of you \ too small to hold \ even one thing yet it \ encompasses all that you left \ behind”

“saw your palm in the veins \ of the autumn leaves”

“and by the time i’ve done that, it’s dark outside \ my gaze turns and turns as if i were \ a lighthouse  \ encased \ in an acrylic box”

“Plum on the deck, decomposing in the sun as you head inside to fuck your phone. And you think what matters is that you came back for me, for us, to take me inside and put me back in the cold.”