a dark drive home
through evergreen northwestern woes
you thought had cleared came ‘round
calming electric heat
the whir of a rain soaked road
the lull, the peace of giving up
of moving on but never letting go
life isn't it what you planned
a car in the shop, an ordered part
a quiet room for rent, a waiting job
a journal filling up with lonely thoughts
like rose of sharon alone
we’re tethered here by one another
circling each at separate ends
moving on but never letting go
driving slow by your old house
it’s boarded up and holds no warmth
soon another coffee shop
where churches meet
where exes talk
not much has changed without you
our names are still there
craved into dogwood tree
above the cemetery
that your brother never leaves
lets hope the tides will turn one day
and that your body
doesn’t wash in with them
cold and blue
driving slow by your old house
it’s boarded up and filled with ghosts
the shutters sway, the gutters hang
the walls are steeped in memory
so much has changed without you
your name is still there
tattooed across his arm
as you tight rope the one with headphones on
tonight you'll dream somebody loves you
all hope and harm
like every song you take to heart
until you realize
there’s a prose poem in everything
a structured verse to how we move
and if you read it line-by-line
a rhythm starts to form
meaning comes to you
