your love was subtle
I fed it nothing, it did not
stomp down the halls, it did not
blare from the windows, its voice
did not linger in the hallways.
did it have a voice at all?
it felt the way
a shadow feels when it passes
for a second I am cold, the next I don’t know it.
on my porch in the dark
I had just ended it
and you said it was the end of summer
I sipped from my glass
and smoked a cigarette
sparing no breath,
you smoked a blunt
and said, “do you know what this reminds me of?”
I was already thinking
of you holding my hand in the airport.
Trujillo to Lima, Lima to Dallas, Dallas to…
I missed the dust