I fall asleep fearing a visit
The two of us in the Grand Canyon
Mourning the poets who passed
Pinning you down again
The weights on my limbs don't lift
After the night lifts, after the missed cliffs
I drive past your house and each time
Hasn't changed at all
Golden light on your face

Like in your car
Like on the bridge
Like in your bed
And through the field
Like kissing in the bookstore
Hiding in the basement
Like boiling it down to a word

I fall asleep I'm sure of my standing
I learned of your dreams your eventual marriage
Opals adorned your beautiful fingers
I cried and my face turned down like a figure
A shadow on your face
Like on the hill
Like in your car
Like at the show
Like in your bed
Like in Chicago
In Ohio
On the upper east side
Like holding onto something too long