from there,
where we were
and time was an ally and not an assassin
on rooftop with rifle to blow all my good memories away,
from there,
where plans were made
and shades were drawn
that love and plans could go through
the same motions of making
and yet always there was
distance
between our bodies
as if making room for someone
else,
yet to be seen
but
always
in the planning stage,
from there...

from there,
my thoughts
your actions,
our tears
hard words
broken promises,
future tensions,
headaches,
gallons of liquor,
too big for a band-aid,
an orange flavored chewable aspirin
and a time watching
cartoons
in the middle of the day.
requiring now cash separation,
purchase detail
and the subtle stabs from a sharpened dagger
to serrate children
one from the other.
from there,
standing on that high place
where kites were flown
and dreams wafted up to the heavens,
i can see the end
from there,
down below,
without you and i
go to meet my place
in the eternal
where...