i’ll follow to your room
or into your arms
and i’ll sit and wait when you’re upset
and need quiet,
until you’re ready again-
but my mind won’t be with you.
my body will stay and it will lead my actions,
what i say to you,
but i’m constantly crafting,
conjuring spells with my words
and slowly,
softly,
making sure this fleeting moment
does not pass.
i won’t forget a word
that escapes your lips(
which i so often write about)
as i quickly etch them into the corner of my mind
and let them take over my thoughts-
you’re everything
everywhere
ready to be my art
my oxygen
my water
my light

i remember every single thing you tell me and do

and not because i have good memory but just because it’s you

and whenever i touch you i wonder if you can feel my love through my fingertips

and when you speak the world feels like it’s been paused, like it needs to stop so that it can listen to you fully

i worship the ground you walk on and i thank the air for letting me breathe the same as yours

our love is sacred and sometimes it feels like you’re the temple, and the statue, and the god, but also someone praying with me, someone who feels like home

i want to love you even in silence

give me that and i’ll give you all i have

maybe i could wait forever.
maybe i won’t.
maybe what we had was meant to last.
maybe you were meant to leave.
whatever fate decides is right,
i’ll always think about you.
i could write a book,
build a life,
form a religion,
from the way you looked at me.
god.
the life i thought we would live.

i listen in
to the whisper of the trees-
like a silence that the earth
can’t quite hold,
words that try to be secrets
kept between the land and the sky
but the wind grips my sap-stained palms
and the branches reach into my soul
like bones crawling out of a grave
and into the air
quietly
but there.

you only ever call --
when she doesn't answer
to your pleas.
i pick up anyway,
just to hear
a voice --
one that won't
choose me.

i have a sadness lurking in me
the base of every poem i write
the core of my love
as i give myself papercuts
from your letters
and your poems
and i sit quietly
in the shadow
of your starlight.

we walked together to the river
my scissors in your hand
i came back with short hair
messily cut
memories forgiven
and a fresh start