at three o’clock
the rumbling of
the neighbor’s truck
rattled the window
and i woke
her name on my
tongue and an
ache in my chest
a rather auspicious
start to another
lonesome weekend
but the palpations
ease the flow of
sorrow in inflection
a case of unwanted
introspection as
moon hangs in
fractured repose

each i love you
carefully folded
into aerodynamically
structured form
tossed with care
out the window and
casually ignored
as i pass the pile
of failed fuselage
in a mountain just
outside my door