So?
What happens now?

All those songs you wrote
with strange words: fitting me
into your clockwork jewellery box performance,
stringing me along the necks
​of all your 2nd-hand guitars &
​tuning me to your dreams;

All those hours listening
​to you talk on & on about
​you defining me, dissecting, invading
my privacy, watching
you walk around & around,
​all about you leading the way
​to your (mirage) future.

So?
What happens now
that I'm not there anymore
​to go nowhere with you?

​from 'The End' in Goodbye Songs & Thank-you Notes

 ​Do I have bells inside me?
I listen to them echoing
towards me through the
houses
& over the roofs.
 
I breathe in their solid sound, deeply
& am suddenly filled with water.
 
I close my eyes & watch the waves
grabbing at the shores
of my inlands;
softly scratching
at the beach stones,
making them roll & gurgle.
 
I don’t hear so well underwater
& I wonder:
 
Does love come
from the outside
or from within?
 
And what if
it comes only from
within?
I fear, then, for my empty
ears (without bells)
& the returning low tide.

...
 
I long for love to come
like the bells, unbidden:
Ringing from the outside
to wake me,
to vibrate in me,
to echo & move in me
(like the water)
& come out of me, singing!

​...
 
I lie quietly & watch & listen,
& try to make the outside
match the in.
​

Loving you
​didn't hurt
the way other loves have hurt me.

It was clean,
​not confused or
​confusing.

Loving you
​was easy:
comforting & warm & safe & good

for my soul.

I was never afraid of you,
or me,
​or that I would do the wrong thing,
or you would.

I have never met anyone else
I ever trusted so completely to do right.

Still, I love you.
Even though you're gone now &
lost to me.

I know you're somewhere loving me
still & I'm safe
in you & it ​doesn't hurt.
​