Waves Under Delicate Fires Poem by A.Z. McCoy

You were warm and everything
I admire, never letting your
Cold microscope dictate studies
Of our love

The weakness and stupidity in me
Decided, pressed against roughworn
Walls, a toss and fling of spackle
And mortar I now stare at no gaps

Love doesn't die as
They say, but perhaps
As a delicate ocean fire
Atop the waves I can see its trace

Now that I know loss
And your always-open arms
That found another,
My love for you changed eyes

In undisguised autumn
Watching the leaves
Hang for dear life,
And smile with a rushing wind.