There's a place
for that kind of ache
in my back, maybe I am
paralyzed
I don't know myself
or my knees when I am
running from that place
on to another
I'll walk
home alone but there's a place
for my walk
to him
with frozen toes on the frozen lake
in the cold past
my fear I left in the fireplace
as it melted from my hands
now precipitated back into the same
lake and with you
gone
I walk on the concrete and designate a place
for each feeling my desire
in the blanket of moss on the rock outside
confusion
in between the blinds on the window
and all of my regret
contained in the lampshade
so that I can see the difference
between life in my mind
and visit those places
on the outside.