The Book of Weston

our time ran out

egg yolk across the table

spilling over the edge of the year

amidst christmas lights i left

your tear-stained cheeks shining

in fluorescent airport lights.

no return flight. i held on

for 6 more months

in my mind. as if time

would erode my hesitation

like it does so many other things.

it didn't. my uncracked soul

had moved on. you gave me

another reckless chance

fragile white shell

and i broke it awake all night

tossing and turning you

out of my system. i could not

incubate a future divorced

from myself. it was you

or me. and I chose

like i always had. unwilling

to surrender to your love

or anything beyond myself.