i often rest
awake
where
others have slept
and wonder
what they’ve dreamt
while
in same bed..
same room..
while lit up by
the same
moon.
abstract
in
a river,
laid out for your
current
to claim my frame
without
fight,
drag me wherever
needed-
don’t need a
reason.
sleeping
one eye pried,
managed to
drop
us..
though i
tried
to hold stronger than
you needed,
more stone faced
than you
desired
and now i’m chasing
memories
down
with a mind
on fire.
i love you
for not mirroring me,
but don’t know
who to
be..
when we don’t look each
other in the
eye–
when we don’t
even
try.
in a half woken
state
i sense the room
shake
and know you’re back
for after hour
games,
so we play one
or two,
but you never
lose
and have yet to reveal
your name.
not waiting for
the ghost..
to ask if she
forgives
me
for any thought
i can’t
hide
when she finds her
way inside.
equals
in experience-
we express to open
eyes and
ears,
in light of our own
disclosures
we shed shared
tears.
blowing kisses
at mirrors
won’t bring you
back into
view,
wish i were giving
in a way
that made it worth
your trip
back
into these
arms.
storm of the
day-
i love your
breath
and irreverence
for my hair,
i dare stare you
right in your
eye-
jealous of the
solace in
there.
don’t know how
to talk with
people,
the pressure to feel
beautiful
every moment of
every day..
invading my own
thoughts
in same grave
ways–
only to get
caught.
hands in the garden 
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