I Wander, and Wish, That Love Would Last

I Wander, and Wish, That Love Would Last,
And nothing could sever you from me,
But this world hurts everyone willing
To reach out and touch it; a spindle,
Spear, or guttural glass of everclear.
I’ve drunk too much, again, and choose
To see things blur, you blur,
And I wish, and wonder, how broken
I got to be when we carved our names
In that tree on Sycamore Street;
I miss things, languish, ponder,
Pounce on every hello with strangers
Just to feel something other than the
Crystallized honey stuck fast to my
Memories; when the leaves bud,
I think of how the branches brace themselves
To lose, siphon, spread their fingers, only
To watch the nails fall off, green, gold,
Heavy as a heart.
You said you loved me as a leaf caught
In your hair,
I fished it out like a deep-sea vent,
Bubbles, burning, branding me to you,
And then you chose to leave me here–
The tree’s gone, too.