New beginnings

So baby, can you teach me how

to paint over the crests of

these scars;

how to sketch the webs of our veins

over all this silence

that has taken hold of what used to be,

shaping into what we can’t see -

remapping the worlds that

we made poems and prose and clichés out of

together -- together.

or maybe you could teach me how

to chisel back the hope in our bones,

mold the spaces left between

the borders of my thumb to my ring,

into space that might hold something more

than just a few shades of white

and a paper heart that never learnt that stars

all die before they reach our field of vision anyway.

better yet, come teach me how

a goldfish learns that nothing more

than seven seconds is worth learning,

yet here i am still standing still

and wishing you could somehow come back.

i need to learn

the sharpest D

will always be E flat,

no sweeter;

so maybe, you could teach me how

to paint over these nightmares.