Half a bottle of wine was not enough
but the whole bottle is too much.
How quickly we, the broken, forget
our friends’ love, while the narrative of heartbreak
hardens into a truth we can accept.
Eyes shut to sunlight and saltwater
in the Sound, the pine green disappeared
with the lines of a woman’s face.
Half the night alone was not enough
but the whole night is too much.
Let internalization end today,
let compassion return to my arms
so I can help my brothers.
The blindness is temporary
as color returns with force.
Gold morning, red afternoon, blue night.
Half a mind and heart is not enough
but I cannot offer more.