We used to multiply our words
in the gold mines of love,
Getting rich off emotions
no one else could have possibly felt
before we’d touch hands.
I am not a miner of words anymore.
I am not in desperate search
of the last nugget
that could save me from this haggard life,
and make my heart rest a moment in sharp relief.
I am sitting on the Continental Divide of
whatever life is without you.
It could go either way.