working my way through the backlog of things i've read and meant to read, and reminding myself to make a conscious effort to comment more on things that were impactful to me. as i think and reflect on the poetry of yours i have read i realize that i feel your work is among the most criminally underrated on the site. i think poetry has an unfair reputation for being impenetrable, and that there are people who are immediately turned away when they open a page and see poetry formatting.
this sucks supremely, since your work is uniformly gorgeous, and i wish more eyes saw and felt and understood that.
this piece washes over you at first in a tide of melancholy and longing, but it's on subsequent reads that you tease out more and more, the way you twist your phrases together to bring distant words apart. the last two lines are so hauntingly beautiful, lovely and wonderful and sad. the way the modal "coulds" and "woulds" of previously-imagined possibilities fall away to make way for the reality of now and the word "loved," in the past, i mean wow.
anyway, thanks for this, and for all the others of yours i've read. +1
