The World's
Fondest Lovers
I'm coming to terms with this:
rivers flood.
somewhere a blue and white
airplane
is falling out of the sky.
every morning I wake up with
words
I have never said, things I have
never done
and the sound of my heart
reminding me that time is
running away.
I look out the window and the
grass dies.
I hear ruin ticking in the walls.
in a dream I saw a ship beached
in the desert.
someone had named her Love's
Quest,
and the captain,
the old salty sea dog couldn't
swim.
somewhere on some other shore
in some calm break in some storm,
desperate to reach him
you were filling several small
bottles
with the same worn note.
I left only because you knew I
would.
here, and everywhere, children
are
growing up. the world's fondest
lovers
are drifting apart.
in the dream I was writing a
poem to
no one about everything that
will endure.
you were writing a letter to me
about
everything that should.
