Continental Divide (Thoughts from the Road)

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.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s