Here’s a story
of the spaces we created
in the wonder of our boredom,
where we went when the sun closed.

In a twilight garden
we stroked tall petals, fell
on sharp grasses
next to tombstones and made love.

We tried to find the sky
but clouds and bright lights
got in the way of our

I wish we could take back
lost loves
lost hearts
lost souls

between the empty space of
our greatness and our sorrow,
and the precipice that
begged us to jump.