back in town
craving homemade candy
lot empty

small town bar
felt worn
on the pool table

wind chimes—
pocked porch swing
rocks itself

I watch
the sunset
on his empty chair

top quarter champion

top half champion

bottom quarter champion

searching my pocket
for his key
a hole

empty driveway
I park myself on the front step
one key short

the bite of
October breeze—
beardless

six inches shorter
the hairbrush
on my neck

top half champion

champion

bottom half champion

going back everyday…
to the place where
we first met

old pond;
on a rock I
wait for the frog

country road
out so far
only the owl’s hoot

footprints in the snow
monkey's mask
cast aside

top quarter champion

bottom half champion

bottom quarter champion

frozen December pond
fish no longer
in sight

shadows on the water
the fish follow
my wriggling fingers

the pull of the tide
brings me closer
to you

passing in the hallway
we pretend
we’ve never kissed