Too many of a person have I seen this

I’ve looked too many of a person
in the eye—this year, year, year—to see
that love has died, or replaced with the fear
of it, or even more horrible: were unsure.

So prominent in their eyes...

A terrifying thing when
definition is erased, remade, challenged in the soul.
Suddenly it—let's say love—is no longer a thing
to want, or need, or crave, or have, to have
had—now no more—and now this floating, beautiful thing
is a mass of—of—is a mass of incomprehensible questions.

Too many of a person have I see this
blasting from their eyes—this year—as they walk.




-Oct 2017