You waste time soul searching for answers
But mine just craves meaning

the fire knows his place
warmly embraced by a cage nine circles deep
though yellow heat is tamed by a switch, fire's coals will keep
burning before a glass covered face

the distance grew
caused me to stop writing to you
and start writing about you
God forbid a day I ever write for you

it was strange the way he looked at me
close enough you'd think he were in love
but I don't know much about that
he couldn't fool me

a pen falls
off the cherry oak desk
that sits in the corner
of your makeshift office
leather cracks
as you stand on firm legs
papers slide
jutting out at all angles
of the lone wooden drawer
you close your eyes
let oxygen fill the two balloons
in your chest
that expand with tension
thumb and forefinger pressed
strongly against your tired eyes
now strained, hollow
afraid to sign the day away

State lines are relationships and I don’t know what boundaries I’ve crossed