Along Third Street
Published in Impspired Literary Magazine July 2019
​Poetry

South Gilbert Street is mostly empty
and ignorant of my resolutions.
This is my first time back since you died

and everyone has been prattling on about
what would have happened had you
not gone down the stairs to the cellar.

This is as productive as me wondering
about what would have happened had
I known how to save myself with a condom.

I mean, it’s not like this is as useless
as me parked just down from your
house and apologizing to you for

missing your funeral. Once things are gone
they’re gone and some things
just cannot be told.

You either live them
or you don’t but
you can’t tell about them. Especially

after you’re gone, the sun has long
since set, and the street lights have come
on along Third Street.

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