carved lonely.

"all is fair"
you argue. 
your law is on the line,
asking for leave, some quiet stay.

"in love" is more like a trailer than a
summer cabin, portable options
underlined.

"and war"  incase you
need it...   you say the struggle
is there always, even in
the offering hand, 
the dandelions children give.

I consider the view
the way I watch trains.
watching each dull box car,
neon graffiti in corners.

and eye your seat carved lonely,
now an easy chair,
unreadied by winter.