Poem 60 Revised

…more substance.
nothing
comes across
quite like arms
around an epiphany.
I worry
that sorry
uttered tardy
was never enough.
our ether
etched star-ward
blurred bright through
palm proof of happiness.
less than
a fairytale ending.
I regret nothing—
Only wish there had been…
—ECW

Poem 60

i’m sorry i never write about you, S, but this is why
…more substance.
I regret
that nothing
comes across
quite like arms
around an epiphany.
I worry
that poetry
cannot capture
these intricacies
of twinkling reality.
Our names
etched starward
smudged out with
the palm of broad
cosmic hands.
put me in a box
in the back of your
closet; wear me on your
shoulders and tell
no one.
This is the less than
fairytale ending we
reinforced with whispers.
I regret nothing–
I only wish there had been…
–ECW