I hide it from you
This thing
Wrap it in tin foil
Tuck it in a matchbox
Put it on the highest closet shelf
Under a pile of never-worn sweaters
I keep it from you
This thing
That bounds like an unleashed puppy
That dances like a dust mote
That makes me feel younger than I am
Like I should pass you notes
(check one yes no)
And dot my i's with tiny graphite hearts
I take it from you
All of it
The calm in your arms
The dearness of your tired eyes
And your grief
That subtle sag of your shoulders
If I could
I would take it
And carry it for you.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
I hide it from you
This thing
Wrap it in tin foil
Tuck it in a matchbox
Put it on the highest closet shelf
Under a pile of never-worn sweaters
I keep it from you
This thing
That bounds like an unleashed puppy
That dances like a dust mote
That makes me feel younger than I am
Like I should pass you notes
(check one yes no)
And dot my i's with tiny graphite hearts
I take it from you
All of it
The calm in your arms
The dearness of your tired eyes
And your grief
That subtle sag of your shoulders
If I could
I would take it
And carry it for you.
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