I
wonder
about the people

the ones who 
slip off their coat
and place it on the seat
or above
in the train's 
compartment

I 
wonder 
about the
ones who 
keep their coats 
on

the ones who haven't 
yet settled in

the ones who are
ready to leave

I think there's a real difference
between the two.

Artistry

Our love was intense
selfish, at best.

I was the blank page you needed.
You were the clay I molded.

When we grew
into our own skin
my dear,
we woke
and couldn’t recognize the other.

You didn’t like
what I wrote.
I didn’t understand your form.