ryan blood Poems

each summer the last summer
the only remembered summer
...

'this is the difference between us'
she says, putting her hands
over mine
to trap them there
...

he was on the verge of the atlantic
where the coast is lined with small
hotels and families on vacation
...

i listen from the inside
at you knocking at the door
like the voyeurs once present
outside the windows
...

there is daylight
on the water
there are remnants here
of gods
...

i watched the balloon as
it made its skyward ascent
not knowing how far it would go
how high
...

you no longer tell me your dreams
you, who for so long,
came to me willing
and divulged to my open ears
...

what did i have then?
what did i want
or need
that i can't have now
...

we are older now
than we've ever been
five minutes older
than five minutes ago
...

it's just like
starting over
except
it's not
...