I Wish I Knew How to Quit You

I wish I knew how to quit you but love clings

like wind on the mountain, howling through the years, through the distance,

through the nights of unspoken words. You were the boy with the easy

grin, the sunburned hands, the smell of leather and sweat. A herd of

secrets between us grazing on silence, our longing buried deep

beneath the weight of denial. I broke myself in two, one for the

world, one for you, hidden in the dark where no one looked.

I left campfires to burn out on their own, let good hands slip from the