I heard the tapping of your foot as you approached
and your presence beat like the heart in my chest, pedaling a clockwork of miniscule sighs

that I’m finding harder and harder to wrench into myself.

If I could sound out the letters to the hollow sound the wind catching on my ribs makes, it would be a symphony I wish you could explain to me

because the sway of your voice seems to fit in just fine with the cacophony that escapes.