Leaving

Sink into forgetfulness and rest

The past appears in light as frightful dream

I feel like I’m in over my head

it’s too late to go back now

I can only hope on these dreary nights

Your lucent eyes often tempted

Often tempted as the only quiet

Often tempted is the palm

If only to sink into forgetful pitch

Of a new dream of

“I’m happy we met”

To consider fading into these simple sensations

against the benignity of

“Can I spend the night”

Live well under the sun

both hesitant to speak meaning

to break feeling and live with words

that lay dormant after language extinguished on the cusp of your lips

So sweet in silence

the courage to gaze in full view

The words I put to practice

so frequent are they quiet

Nothing is mine for long

But my mind is mine for now