I dare to take my foundling hope as bone and drop it in the turbulent rise of your body.

Baby, don't build a monument for me of your sadness. You wouldn't have wasted your tears when I was alive. Why make an ocean of them now when it's over? The future you dreamed is a dream. Dream something else.

You fill a hungry place shaped like your darkness.

i’m going to love again so quietlyno one will know i’m home.

Perchance, one day you wake in a tubof cold blood come warm. Then, will you letthis whole forest of hurt love you?

those of us who've seen miracles know how to ask. if you asked, do you love me, i almost certainly don't love you.

Why not laugh again, and let your joy be my monument?