Eulogy/ A.G.K.

When the years grow
Shorter
The letters are engraved
Deeper into the marble;
The void is being dug into
a painfully familiar shape.
The eyes too
Are used to
the welcoming darkness.
The eyes,
Are used to.

I’ve strained myself immensely
So that the cover will be written
And not what lays within.

Second Hand/ A.G.K

Second hand

My sadness,
I’d like to close in the palm of may hand
So I could hand it to you and say
“Here, here is where my sadness lays”

And slowly slowly strangle it. Look at the mirror
and utter new silences. Not to feel a used person again.
Rewrap my self.
Here. Look at the box. It has been left untouched;
and when you’ll open it
I’ll hand you my open palm
And say

Take

Apparently/ A.G.K

Apparently

Heavy, Round raindrops are sliding down the drainpipe.
Soon I’ll be leaving. Keep those tears in a small box wrapped
With a ribbon as a sign
you’re staying behind.
Ripple spreading
In the puddles of the street
and I’m
abandoning
Your touch that folds into the skin.
When I’m back I’ll lay down and
let you mold it into a form that contains
our disappointments. The rain knocks on the locked
window of what used to be our bedroom.
On my return the sun will light
all the things we dared not to see.
Like back then, when we first met
and you said so confidently
That there is no big love, just small people that yearn so much;
Today we’ve discovered just how small we really are.

Darling, apparently you’re truly never wrong.