The truth of the matter.

We are married four years

still she will not let me in

the space she has hallowed
with memories of moments

from before I knew her


She holds herself separate

with that far away look and

momentary grimace and how
she whispers "god damn it"
when no one is listening


I had imagined, given time
we would grow together
so when the sun set

we would be one

single gnarled stump


Instead we are stars orbiting

always falling together
always racing away

in equal measures

ever the same distance apart.

Ham III.ii.240

You know that I've asked you to never wait for me
If I am not looking, well, that doesn't have to mean

That you should be lonely, and fretting by the phone

For one more chance to listen to an empty dial tone


And if you are moving on, then that's alright by me
Because, you know, I've asked that you

Would never wait for me