I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck br moving away from me br beyond anger or failure br your face in the evening schools of longing br through mornings of wish and ripen br we were always saying goodbye br in the blood in the bone over coffee br before dashing for elevators going br in opposite directions br without goodbyes. br br Do not remember me as a bridge nor a roof br as the maker of legends br nor as a trap br door to that world br where black and white clericals br hang on the edge of beauty in five oclock elevators br twitching their shoulders to avoid other flesh br and now br there is someone to speak for them br moving away from me into tomorrows br morning of wish and ripen br your goodbye is a promise of lightning br in the last angels hand br unwelcome and warning br the sands have run out against us br we were rewarded by journeys br away from each other br into desire br into mornings alone br where excuse and endurance mingle br conceiving decision. br Do not remember me br as disaster br nor as the keeper of secrets br I am a fellow rider in the cattle cars br watching br you move slowly out of my bed br saying we cannot waste time br only ourselves.