this is just to say...

[jewelboxer]

sometimes
she writes things that rhyme
to right things that don't,
and through all her hazy,
petty pictures,
nuggets of truth hide chocolate kiss-filled easter eggs.

guess which part of this is for you:
when she sleeps, her dreams are
haunting winter waltzes with your ghost.
when she dances, your face flashes behind her eyes like
a momentary tantrum.
when she said goodbye graciously,
she was grateful like a sinner
for the out you gave her
when you agreed to end it.