sharp corner
my thoughts find you
next second
I figure you're still with her
sharing a breath
a meaning
while my lungs
rush out

I considered
carving you a tree
part tribute part memory
the pain and the pleasure
decided instead
to incise it limb by limb
into the heart of my mind
build the branches
with fingers and splayed legs
reach for sky in contortions
paths stumbled and adrift

but on the whole
things still look pretty good
we tell ourselves