Carrying sweet and lows in my wallet
to make the the tough times bittersweet,
and my bag collects sand from my frequencies
at the beach
vibrating with my Tibetan bowl
to balance auras.
My heart has smiling children inside.
My chest pains have lessened, ever since I quit coffee
and the illusion that one day you're coming back.
You touched me in all the ways that made love songs possible.
My head has found a legitimate reason to stay where I am,
although I doubt myself in moments when nothing seems aligned.
Like you and I.
You know, the Chinese have an ancient myth that says soul mates
have red strings connected to each other and tied.
Tangled or straightened they are always bound,
even when the other seems not to be around.
I tug the line, step towards me.
But I know there is a scissor in your pocket debating.
And these are all the things you don't know about me,
or how I am feeling and thinking.