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poem.
I left my heart in late november,
to be reclaimed sometime next year
I slept alone all that december,
keeping warm with tights and beer
staying up til sunrise
chain-smoking on the pier
and driving up and down the beach
just me and the moon and the deer
staring blankly from the sidewalks
with their babies close behind
and I'd think how strange it would have been
if I'd been able to keep mine
and if you were sitting next to me
looking pretty on my passenger side
would you complain about the music,
and make me turn it down
would you have been annoyed with me
driving circles all through town
You'd have thought we should be sleeping
and I'd want to fool around.
then I'll think-
someday I'll learn to love with caution,
and to keep some for myself.
someday I'll learn to love less often,
and to not need someone else.
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