goodbye valentine (2015)

Once I was crumpled, origami shortened into
twisted shapes.

Underlying
snapped wingspans, handwritten
plans to run away
together were
a rhetoric I don’t remember
how to replicate.

They required folds that would never be consoled going back to mediocrity, a passive animosity for odds. I didn’t connect the dots then, that one crease could be so thoughtlessly compared to another as we crossed each other crooked as paper bookends.

Without a cushion between our falls
(of you into madness and
me into
dissent), there’s no
parachute in its painless
stead.

So if these words go unread as
your decades unravel;
if those paper birds
are butchered in battles of
the elements;

if the ink they
kept shackled to
undisturbed love notes grows
too old to outlive
the sentence,

then know it
likely spent
the years between
likening
tear-letting to
symptoms of
truth.

That faded and bent,
there’ll always be a skeleton of
what we were; outstretched
arms of archaic
adverbs no
stranger could
grasp.

Goodbye, my sweet
Valentine:
until next we meet

at last.

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