I tried kissing poetry onto your lips but
I pulled away with a chipped tooth
and a scramble of words swimming
in my mind.

I am still trying to drain out them out
three weeks later.

I know that we are not meant to be.

My dear,
your head just seems to be so high up in the clouds
that they fog your mind and I am lost in it.

You are not searching for clarity
and we are walking blindly.