i walked towards the red and yellow mass with jean shorts suffocating the place above my belly button
the 60 second walk mattered more to me than the threaded shirt that was returned to me

last night
i watched us simultaneously bob our heads to a beat we were still unsure of; despite his casually unbuttoned t-shirt or backpack on my shoulder blades, trying too hard to convince ourselves that we withhold knowledge no one else possesses

i waved away 3 months and stepped forward
thinking about that platform just below the right side of your heart
and wondering how long it took to reconstruct

i wiped off grimy paint and liquid courage applied from a slim black bottle that held more promise than my fingers do with  ink

i witnessed an exchange between two recently heartbroken fools,
trying to express what they had lost within themselves, and had but the slightest clue about how to regain it

i wavered on your eyes but i didnt receive their exchange
i washed out the colors and replaced them with new ones, new ones you'd never seen before
i wished, and i waited.
always waiting, always wishing.
and now i have run out of words that start with 'w'.
except one that i think you may know already;

want.