Momo

She never laughs
the full laugh
of a comfortable lover because
she came home early from work
on a lark
june sixth two thousand
and four to find me in our garage
with the door closed
passed out in the drivers seat of my
running car
you go on from this because
there is no choice
that is life
a series of unthinkable occurrences and
regatherings
the thing now that
has become a morbid joke
and a true hurt in her is
that i did not leave a note
it comes back to that
so many times
why would i not leave a note
if she was my one true
love.

AND THIS IS LOVE!

Space is a
condition

and

none is mine but
mine is yours when you're
not here and i'm wrapped up in
night and violin

and then you're there
so i must move through it with you

and
this
is
Love.