*Read this poem first. *

Let yourself grow attached,

and come to love,

what you are sure to lose.

Drive for miles,

and days,

for a last look.

Write letters,

and poems,

plead into an impossible face.


Now cry.

Give her the pain she wants,

so you’ll finally match.

Become weak like you’d never admit to the street or in a flourescent office room.

Lie about the meaning,

Your meanings keep you from her.

Ignore your intuition,

Your intuition pushes her further away.

Light a candle,

So you can see her in the emerging darkness.

A vigil,

to the dream,

that died right on time…