Maybe they will only find one another by being somewhere they have never been and maybe none of this has a thing to do with forgiveness but home doesn't always resemble the path.

There is a deep truth in being at home enough with someone to kiss them while your lips are dry. And happiness may not be the greatest of things to hear, but it should be.

He left her a note in her right slipper that said when I was alone yesterday I was happy, and I wanted you to know. Because look at how much you've done in me.

I negate this distance with / what it would be / to be shining you.

I want to gossip about forever / against the part of your back that / is mine.

there are these places on your poem, / where I want to write bodies.

and you taste / of the memory of god abandoned.

Later when they would mention, they would say, and everyone would know, but not nearly as well as they meant.

The city they are building asks you to stay; remind yourself what is worth keeping, while the lighthouse of your moan warns the ship of your heart that he is a stone.

Nowhere hidden has ever turned away a goodheart guest.