my eyes are glued to your shoes,
too scared to look up.
too scared your green eyes might meet mine.
too scared they won't look at me like they use to.
I miss the thought of us,
but maybe there was nothing to think of from the beginning.
i'm trying to decide
whether it's good or not
for my last words
'i love you'
Life is too short to
spend it at war with
Jon York 2019
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."
We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.
I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.
I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.
Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.
I am not the wood from the benches that I sat miserably on in the courtroom. But the yellow in the petals of the beautiful sunflowers that danced beneath the sun.