Triple Point

Shaking in the car On a side street by your place Didn't know it was the last time I'd lost myself in sheets So cold I could have missed you On the knoll behind his house Two hands too close to touch Little silent stars that fell So fast we could have missed them So tired in their journey Do you remember How I never said goodbye Where I slept upon your floor Hunger creeping in the corner How I dreamed to leave the light on How I longed for so much more You rested in the barn Our temporary home My long socks to keep you warm August mornings all our own How easy to forget Or did you ever know at all A stylite unbecoming Clumsy reading of the palm Erie in the dark Softlight kitchen whispering The canyon held for us no answers Do you remember How it almost used to be A loon across the lake Or perhaps a cormorant Could you remember How I never said goodbye A wool sock upon the floor The final flicker of a single candle Up to smoke The trees that burn away Make their way for new beginnings Could you remember Could you remember Or is this memory my own My own My own My own