Please forgive my silence

As the water waved

Where the sea-level is love

And responses should be in kind

I could not sail my goodbye.

Instead,

Undecided, but never not moved

found myself splicing through shadows

away

from a shared starlight

Unannounced,

but never not leftover

Which is to say…

There,

My now-time absence

will

only

eventually

flow obvious.

The old discouragement from love-letter writing –

my young-time means of hyping the undertow –

Has further induced me to give up on the final word, too

One cannot speak to love

Much less speak for it

And yet,

at the tidal end

this no-end of no ends

is all that is left.

Desire to wave literally to the end

Through the clarity of a language

That could not –

with all the endlessness leased to coastlines –

but anticipate

the distance

of tomorrow.

Which is to say…

Absence

and its forever being-with-us

was

always

eventually

going to flow obvious.

*

As these waters wave

Where love is at sea

All responses in kind

(should be)

We will need love, above all

To forgive the silence

Overshadowing

the hopeful sunset

of these two words:

Good bye

Which is now to say…

Our love

would

only

eventually

flow obvious.