What I say when I don’t say I love you.

I knew when you were new, and night brought you.
I knew on the sidewalk; the streelight knew it too.
I knew it when the tide roared and you walked,
Knew it when you smiled and I talked, talked.
I knew it when you laughed, and lit, and lisped.
I knew it when your knuckles fit my fist.
I knew it when you said what you said then,
I know it when I say goodbye again.
Adust, the broken filters follow us
Like breadcrumbs spangling a witch’s blunderbuss.
And fired, knocked out, bewitched, blind and blue
I know it each time I kiss the smoke from you.