Afternoon-light in our periphery our cerebellums glowing happy like... maybe a plate of cheesecake, and two bent forks the atoms that separate 'you' from 'me' laughing within a jitterbug but now there's no cake for us.
Why aren't you here?
afternoon-light in our periphery and our cognitions like a strawberry swirl Sweet, home-made, toujours innocente and I scratch your brilliant head for the secret to unconditional love and your smile becomes lyrics, the first line of a perfect song.
Shoulda come.
At the bottom of a teacup, we reveal our secret selves, in a boy scout pact of friendship spit-locking our hearts into a ferocious loyalty to take care of each other in our parallel lives and to cherish what we cannot see.
Because I cannot see you, and you cannot see me.
I forgive you, next time- it'sraininganyways i'mnotmad, i just don'twant to revealhow muchyou mean tome.