for the fairest.

today i threw away your toothbrush

and tucked your earplugs in a drawer

i stared at the little tv i bought just for us

and the empty nightstand i finally built

my hoard a lead weight glinted with ash

i am sorry the ocean was too deep

and the sand too weathered,

you asked me to blanket you

and the best i could give was mud

you hate the water

and i am the water

placid in safe harbor

roiling in the storm

maybe there is a life

for two prodigal sons

to write a new epic

maybe there will be a life

where I am not Odysseus

in search of an Ajax

but maybe it is not

this one