LOST THINGS BY EMILY BENSON

I’m dreaming of lost things


Of walking through dark woods


Full of names my father taught me


That I no longer remember


On paths lined with goldenrod


Hoarfrost scars on birch trees


And power lines humming overhead


While my heart broke again and again


Of waves like hammered silver


Where you and I floated on driftwood


After I’d wept to find my childhood home gone


You’d leave soon after


And return and leave again


Unable or unwilling every time


I told you my tears weren’t from unhappiness


But we both knew that was yet another lie


It’s useless to recall these things


Old wounds long since closed


The scars on my arms and knees finally faded


And the car that broke down


The night you made me cry till my nose bled


Gone years ago


Other coasts and lifetimes separate


Your hard-won closure from me


My heart’s just a black hole


Old love spinning


Caught in the gravity of my grief


The weight of nostalgia


Churning a whirlwind in the darkness