been

The point of your pen, removed from the page, 
now all smoothness and white,
where there should have been, could have been 

lines and more lines, lines that cascaded into stanzas,

and stanzas that leaped and stood tall
on the shoulders of stanzas before,

till we stood touching the shivering bones of stars

We could have been, we should have been

an epic poem, one would have to climb

the blocks of our stanzas to truly understand us

But now my body is a cross that lies down across
empty spaces, empty pages
that could have been,that should have been