The wind never caught me

“No, no a thousand times no”
I said, my hands like Jesus’ when
he kissed Judas, knowingly
embracing my death.

“But I must leave” you said;
Sitting on the edge of
the bed. You checked
your compact mirror
one last time.

That’s all I ever wanted.
Up is like down
in this dream where
I’ve smoked you’re love
and everyone can tell that
I’m high (except me).

Our relationship reminds me
of the bum
on the corner of Fifth
and Broadway who you
would give change to
after we got our fix.

Do you remember?
The wino took to coma
like a dog greeting his master
when he finally
comes home.

In those days
you held my life
in your hands as if it were
grains of sand slipping
through your fingers.

Even as a man I
was a child in
school. A baby bird
learning to fly but
the wind never caught me.