steadily dribbling down chain-link gutters

monday morning i’m all alone watching
dribblets tap and crawl across window screens
and wind-worn mothwings
flailing in the rain.

We are no longer
because We is now You and i,
but i haven’t told You that yet
and therefore You haven’t yet said no, please, we don’t have to
and i haven’t yet said yes, we do.
We two are each separate;
we each are too separate.

i love you alone and i hope for you
all that is kindly and calm.
i hope for you love
better than i could give

i hope that you miss how much i loved you;
deeply in the marrow
and all throughout your spinal column.
maybe someday we can be conjoined through our two
consummate pains, lovely & lovingly;
you and me can be we again then,
but a different brand
more familial, more like
twins conjoined at the hurt.

but for now we should be
only you, only me.
for now we should each be
achingly loveless.