the absence of your smile
doesn't affect me
as much as the memory.
the thought reaches out-
crawls into my brain
and camps out.

the sun turns and eventually
eats a way into my heart-
a cavity awaits you when you return.

i don't know the date-
don't know the memorized lines,
should i be practicing now?

you return in two weeks
and i'm not sure i've had anything to say,
there's darkness in the summer-
the cool beating of my organs,
and the laughter of grass.

come lay with me, it beckons.
and even though time apart
creates me able to believe i've resisted
i know the call of green
will reach within my patience
and turn me around as a fool.

fall for you. that step would be easy-
get caught up- i've already done.
to stay laying on the ground,
is not something i've rehearsed
nor am prepared to do.
so after this falling,
will i turn the heel of my come-fuk-me shoe?