pulling on sealed door
an unlocked door behind you
know when to move on
our love is bitter
like bolted greens, but I will
not stop ingesting
a lead -- my heart leaps
maybe it's you or maybe
I'm chasing a ghost
suppressed grief crawls up
destined to bubble and pop
like a champagne cork
senseless tragedy
put your timeline to an end
lesson learned too hard
Cheap to replace, but I don't. I like waving with my toe through the hole.
