When He Left it all to Me

by Robert Vaughan

He had to leave he said

though we'd met only days prior

and as with any men

breaking boundaries we'd lain

together despite barbed wire

fences, pools with fathomless bottoms.


The morning he split, he thrust

his blue down coat into

my arms, said I won't need

this, but it was a bitter

cold December day I

found the tape in its pocket.


Eva Cassidy sang Fields of

Gold and I can't forgive

her for dying so young. Where

did you go? Still can't listen

to more than the first half;

no, less than a quarter of that song.