Rafters

now that i know what i'd hoped had to

be in mind was true and refused (and just

in time), do you wonder why? it seems

i let up with the dents of a near-collision.

i couldn't call, and wrecked and turned

up missing.



but, until then, i'm cutting to

the end:



it's cold in the light

(the one we never seemed

to find).



i opened the door instead, but, you knew

the lock (and the way i was looking)

and still not a thing was said. i guess

i can show that i thought i'd never

have you long. it's a wall that you feel,

but you're already slipping and away you

slide. can you take the ride? what

did it mean when we stood with our building,

slanted: high, and we spoke of harder

times?



i pulled the rafters down, but the ghosts

were only dropping



and since that night...