Triple Point

Shaking in the car
On a side street by your place
Didn't know it was the last time
I'd lost myself in sheets

So cold I could have missed you
On the knoll behind his house
Two hands too close to touch
Little silent stars that fell

So fast we could have missed them
So tired in their journey
Do you remember
How I never said goodbye

Where I slept upon your floor
Hunger creeping in the corner
How I dreamed to leave the light on
How I longed for so much more

You rested in the barn
Our temporary home
My long socks to keep you warm
August mornings all our own

How easy to forget
Or did you ever know at all
A stylite unbecoming
Clumsy reading of the palm

Erie in the dark
Softlight kitchen whispering
The canyon held for us no answers
Do you remember
How it almost used to be

A loon across the lake
Or perhaps a cormorant
Could you remember
How I never said goodbye

A wool sock upon the floor
The final flicker of a single candle
Up to smoke

The trees that burn away
Make their way for new beginnings
Could you remember
Could you remember
Or is this memory my own
My own
My own
My own