Oct 22, 1991
You aren't here
You left a doppelganger
A doppelganger of a hedgehog
A doppelganger of a quitter
Love's not all roses and wax and Cyrano
I notice when you're gone
When your eyes' intentions are
nothing
(Justify a kiss? for the sheer joy of it!)
The spears from the hedgehog
leave me speechless, a coward
But I know the underbelly
I know the tenderness that shivers
I know your love, in cathode splendor preserved
(The ache of the emotional archeologist)
Damn you for making me a coward!
Your cold shoulders, even under a sweatshirt
and the echo of your voice walking fainter
away from me
speak more to me then your
worded good intentions
speak more to me then words of wanting
Your spears have left me outside a wall I once exulted with you
inside
You walk away, serene, untroubled by me walking behind you
not able to take the bother, the time, to touch, to smile
Fuck you. Human decency aside, even hedgehogs have their friends.