notes from our house:

these rooms smell

of loving nostalgia

filled with our love’s

centrifugal logic.

these rooms

have comfortably

crawled into my soul.

but, often when

you leave

i sing a blue song

of longing –

loneliness is like

respiratory failure.

but at night

i listen to the

beauty of your breath

and peacefully

drift into loving space.

7/19/17