watching you like
a movie
i’ve seen more
than once,
i could predict
your next
line
but why mess with
the timing,
hearing you like a
song bound to
my brain,
were i to sing your
next lyric,
would it chime
the same?
shadow play
i’ll shine like
i need
to,
not fade when
i’m told
to..
shut up, as i’ve
spoken
much–
i only feel
when i’ve touched.
taking hold by
letting go-
these knuckles
crave rest
from clutching
old blankets
so tight
to the chest.
see you soon,
we said
and wept and
waved
as though we
were liars,
under the same
moon
we bask in
truth,
to the hum
of long distance wires.
the day won’t
die,
but you and i
might–
‘less we keep our ember
dancing bright,
guarding wick from
winds of
storm.
though always in
reverence
i’ve spoken your
name
too often in your
absence,
my
mythic
depictions
in front
of it crowds
only increase
friction–
and not the kind
that brings
us close.
a
tea
kettle
conversation
run out of
steam,
the coffee break
without
cream..
stirred into cup then
sipped
to
keep lips
from bleeding.
our height penciled
on wall,
just scuffs where
we fell..
while
carefree,
and if i don’t
blink
i see the past
so clearly
but not
me.
watching rhythmic
sway
of an empty
day
on the tip of
branch,
tapping ‘gainst
window
pane-
wishing to
play.
not ready to
thaw
but dear sun’s
beating
down
upon shell
and i’m sweating
now
through my cold
casing.
hands in the garden 
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