used to be

1.

i killed the person

who fell in love with you,

erased him

replaced him with

a star ride through space

to a planet

that doesn't exist.

2.

a new creation.

a resurrection of flesh-

computer skin

covering the imagination

of the poet i once was-

covering this hardcore thing

that i've become.

3.

i still feel the love.

dreaming back, i grope

the absence of

never knowing our first kiss-

of never wrapping

your heart

in pretty paper

and ripping it open.

4.

i know what happened

between us-

the recognition

of familiar genius

mixed with the aching nature

of needing to feel alive...

we both wanted

to hold onto heart,

the way poetry becomes

the vine

that grows the wine

that got us drunk

on love to begin with.