I can only say this once
Then the words will resonate at a
a sound heard twice from the dark side
Of the bedroom
First the cat then a thief come
To steal dreams you abandoned on
pillows next door to your phone.
Only once, I will speak the soul of a verb and the flesh of noun
Before the memory I meant
Is a lamented bruise of a tattoo
Fading into the age of skin too old to care:
I regret nothing of you, love.