Last Wave

I didn’t qualify for overcast skies,
so I think I’ll just stay home this time
and count the bricks up in the barrier
between me and her,
while all the dirt just piles up
on top of us.

Unlimited parking, unlimited daylight
I hope the afternoon maintains it strength
against the flavor of this night.
Still there is cereal left in the bowl
floating in the breakdown
never whole.

And I don’t blame these things
I put it all on me
out past the last wave
back into ordinary
ocean streams.
Street hockey injuries
from long fights
at the heights
of pointless games
makes it never the same.

In all these lilac aches
she chips the bark away.
Turning on every light
one by one until morning breaks,
and I can see again.
My hand reaching for
a bit of her,
while she’s retreating back.
She locks the door behind her
leaving me
but knowing where I’m at.

When I am by myself it all adds up
a perfectly placed window
I can go to when there is no help.
Still I am leaning on the wall today,
but keeping up, getting the idea, slowly
knowing, when I’ve had enough.

The clouds are here for me
as silver as I’ve seen
and I am certain
there is more to what we all believe,
and I believe in her and me,
out past the last wave back
into ordinary ocean streams.