She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

Even the birds
asked me why
I am not using
my wings

One of the most unbearable pains is needing to cry but never being able to.

the time your feelings
are only at your back
    and not in front of you
it may not be so wise
to start another tryst

emotions hanging in mid-air
suspended in a cosmic cold
might gravely chill
whatever the new fire

make your attempted new desire
dire

once you let your poems
fly freely
out into the world
anything can happen to them

and it does