The poet’s choice

an uncomfortable welling, a gushing sound I felt in my chest,

Pervading my heart

Like an echo from

Orpheus

Barely turning, whispering the saddest farewell

Can you feel how deeply I feel your loss

Can you feel how deeply I feel this sadness

I can't lose you

Death will not take you from me

Yet, I do not want you to be mine

Merely, safe and alive

It tears me to feel your mind rooted with screeching and scratching and unrooted soil

I'll take the poet’s choice over the Renaissance romance

As you were once mine

Now I collect my tears in a line

So potent and pungent

Can you send your love through a soft line

In a closed off piece of poetry

That has no metaphor

Only life.