August 2010 to April 2011

Word for word,
We beat the love
Out of each other *

Like hammer –
Blows crack rock,
And water-
Wears granite
Smooth-
Day by day,
Our rage poisons-
Everything.

Memory is –
A wound kept raw; closure is
An uncertain salve.

The End. Sigh

_{*Line shamelessly purloined from Yousef Komunyakaa’s Once the Dream Begins.}