you no longer live here
you haven’t been to my house
we have a hard time talking
these are the arguments
one faction of my mind
makes to me
the side of me that makes sense
but the other side can only think
about your smile
your voice
the way you look at me
and I shove down those (facts) feelings
until your smile
and your voice
and the way you look at me
is the only way I ever want anyone
to smile or speak or look at me
it’s terrifying how easily I can push the reasoning away
for (you) us