here is what i know

I think maybe this part is where it stops really being a poem
it was and it worked in the way poems work
which is that it gave the feeling somewhere to be
and the feeling stayed there and I called that
love, or craft, or a rose, or the light, or something about dawn
and you read it
which was the point that was always the point

but there was also a point where the line breaks mattered
you probably still read them like they do they
don’t
you’re supplying that

the rose is gone now
not metaphorically
it’s just not there anymore
that’s fine

you were there for that part too. you read that part.
soft petals, yielding air, all of it.
you read it like it was yours which,
okay.
that's what it was for.