Do me a favor
Can you come find me
The way the sea finds the shore
In ways I found
The hues of blues in the sky
Have no reflections on the ground
Or in certain times
I find peace in slivers of light
Filtering through windows at midnight
Will you seek me out
Even as I hide in layers
Under my own smiles
Do me a favor
Will you come running
Even as I run away
I’ll be extending my arms
I’ll be running backwards
Looking at you
I’ll tell you to stop chasing
But do me a favor
Don’t listen

“Come closer,” you beckoned
Your fingers like strings
Pulling me out
Where I lay cocooned
Inside the smell of rain
I stood my ground
Fought as you
Sought me out
I have grown roots
In the confines
In the comforts
In the eye of the storm
Two seconds more
Let me sleep
One second more
Until my very hands
Will pull myself out

These parallel lines
That never meet
Are the threads of our lives
That never touch
Far from entangling
We’ll witness one another
By the distance of the seas
Our souls two pairs of eyes
Separated by a gulf
We may never cross
No matter the longing
For we are parallel lines
With an ocean in between
And no rowboats to be seen.

Thoughts are ticking clocks
When you listen hard enough
You’ll know every tick
From every tock
Sometimes you’ll drown them out
Other times
Oftentimes
The ticking
Swallows you up.