If what’s on my mind
is real,
I am
but
a stone’s throw,
wind’s blow,
free arrow
away
from
dying;
not
in the literal sense,
but in
the
worst
way
possible.
Here’s the danger
when you tell someone
you love them;
you put yourself
at risk
of dying daily.
And all I have
are words.
Words,
and words,
and words.

— *D.C.