Two sights of you I remain unable to forget,
even when my vision has done well to blur lines.
And today's silence insists I am your latest regret,
Amidst vapid assurances it's all in my mind.

One: the single split-second moment I believed
you loved me soul-deep in a pure inexplicable way.
With my guard down, and months of waiting relieved,
my good sense made less and less sense each day.

I found the ground a hundred feet below me
and your skin the background of brand new dreams;
But you were caught up analyzing the tragedy
of my inability to always say just what I mean.

Two: whatever day you stopped giving a damn.
And now others question my absence of mischief or wit.
Reactions well-rehearsed; Just because my heart's in your hand
doesn't mean I won't learn to live without it.

Consider this my great big nevermind
if you've found the sight of me only brings you pain.
And when you've given this up, remember there was a time
I gave you so much of myself not even my self remained.

(2006)