fade away.

I’m watching
         you   f  a   d    e
               a  w    a  y.

and all I wish
is to   fa  d  e
         w i  t  h       y o u

b  u  t  I’m here
waiting
for you

           t  o    f a  d  e   b a  c  k
         i  n t o
m  y  l i f e

and meet me
at the point
I’m anchored.

                               though, now
                       I m   a fra i d
I m
f a  d  i  n g  t o o

I practiced grief
in a cup

every bruise,
sunderance,

held in the palm
like something sacred.

I sipped to remember.
Felt the bitterness
meet my lip.

then let it fall
down the drain

watched it go
and leave me,

and mourned it,
the way you mourn
even what hurt you.

but the cup emptied
is a cup

waiting

and I filled it
with something that tasted
like morning,

like a crisp
spring day

and it wasn’t bitter,

and it wasn’t bitter.