I Can Live With You

I Can Live With You

A Poem by Michael Howell

I can live with you

In the end
after ash settles
and the raging fires die
Once the blue skies fade
to grey
and my hands fail to tremble

I can live with you

You can follow me back
through the door, into the house,
through the paint, and the fire,
and the glass
and finally
into my bed.
You can laugh with me at dawn
and cry with me at dusk

and I can live with you

And on I'll go
through concrete webs
and carpeted trails
and sometimes I'll forget you're with me.
I'll become uncannily lost
in this fluorescent sea
and sink past any light at
the surface

and I can live with you

I can ignore the bumps
the bruises
the cuts
the scars
the bending and
the breaking

and I can live with you

I can ignore the blue blood
splattered on my mirror
I'll second guess the purple
in the sunset
I'll pretend the snow
doesn't reflect the moonlight
and the moon doesn't shine
from your eyes

and I can live with you

I can live with a
crumpled heart in my pocket
I can live with a 
tattered, worn out bedspread
I can live with broken mirrors
broken shoelaces
broken thermostats
frozen vodka
frozen eyelids
frozen tonsils
burning hair
burning toes
burning words
and a burning heart

and I can live with you

I can live with the film
of a golden age gone by
I can live with the scripts we wrote
the lines we said
the costumes we wore
and the masks we made

tucked away in my closet

and I can live with you.

I can live with you.

But I swear to God
I won't forget you.
I won't forget 
the beauty in the breakdown,
the ever ending freezing
of an infinite fire
smoking into the heavens.

And I'll live with every scar on my arms
and wound in my heart
forever.
I will not regret a single tear
a single laugh
a single cry
a single whisper.

I'll dream of the
promises we made
and the words we shared
I'll dream of your hands
grazing scars across 
my back
and I'll dream
and dream
until 
my eyes burn
and my lips freeze.

And I won't forget you
and the way your eyes
danced under the glow of
the purple moonlight.

I swear to God.

© 2015 Michael Howell


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Added on March 26, 2015
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Author

Michael Howell
Michael Howell

Salt Lake City, UT



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