One Year Ago

I saw the duty in your eyes,
The day on that truck bed,
You told me, looking at the pavement,
That you were sorry for you what you did.

You were sorry that you kissed me.
Sorry for God’s sake.
I accepted the apology,
Hoping it was a mistake you’d recreate.

I used to write.
I used to just look to you,
And be overwhelmed with things to say,
And quietness too.

Solar Eclipse

I wonder what I’ll be doing when the stars burn out.
My name forever forgotten,
as if I never had been…

I wonder if a record will be kept of me
in heaven
and of everything I ever did.
If I’ll come out on top or bottom of it.

I wonder how I’ll feel.
If I’ll be pulling a cap over my face,
Just leave me alone.
Or floating through the sky, not worried about it.
Or on a mountain top, proclaiming to all the worlds.

I wonder if my husband and I will still know each other.
If we will turn into two new suns
winking at each other
once every 80 years.

We write down our hopes.

We write down our hopes
And call them true
Because we must

Or we are left a list
With nothing whatever to do with
Over which we must
grieve.
For the things we do love
Things we want so badly to love
Grief over that which
We have not,

And never will see.