You've burnt a hole
burnt a hole in the midst of something
something grandios,
a gargantuan shadow
of frowns and stares
and scolding index fingers.
You have slashed through something
something tired and mean,
mean with a mask of militant
satisfaction.
You have pushed your way through something
something like a chameleon
changing shapes when it sees fit.
How did you not tire?
I grew sick of it long ago
long ago I accepted it,
and grew (almost) fond of
it.
And then it took a break
to sip its coffee and grin
in self satisfaction.
And when it did,
you walked in unannounced.
And when it stood,
alarmed, unready,
its coffee burnt its lap
its grin vanished,
and you fought.
and you won.
You won this empty space,
space where this something used to dwell,
dwell in the alleyway behind my thoughts,
thoughts that now are filled with you,
with you I'm learning to dance,
dance in this empty space,
this empty space where that
something used to live,
live to slowly bring me down,
down below myself.
But here you are and there it's gone
gone from the life
the life I want to have with you
you are where my heart is
my heart is with you.