I painstakingly try to do things right,
As you take flight.
Higher higher higher you soar-
Icarus inching close to the sun.
Beside your train of thoughts.
Tangled in knots-
Unraveling words whipping through your mind-
Giving you a place to whack your maligned persecution against the wall of my heart.
I am bathed in.
A duck covered in the grease of your past,
Looking for the dawn.
The hot sun,
Through your wings I feel the heat.
Lackluster love down a one way street.
Unable to see-
Unable to recieve-
I encourage you to soar,
But, be careful-
Not too close to the sun.
Before we’re done,
I’ve been your wind-
For better or worse,
in pain and fun.
Lifting you up-
With every breath that leaves my tongue.
To see you soar,
Higher than ever before.
But, where am I when you’re alone?
While you’re basking in your new self shown?
Im like a comfortable sweater you’ve left on the floor,
Ready to slip me on when you need me, sure.
Buried, and stored.
A thrift store find, once more.
Another poem from 2013 called “thrifty” was about the same person. And now, here we are, years later, in a relationship. The development of life and love is constantly shifting and endlessly unpredictable.