there is a wishing well
behind your eyes
and i'm throwing all my coins
all my keys
anything that
clinks
at the bottom of your irises
i'm running out of pennies;
wishing is a game of fools
but
let my heart past your eyelashes
fingers crossed for
the telltale clink
and the ripples you hide when
you blink dreams away
is it not heavy enough?
i will weigh it with a little
more rain;
more rusty coins and
maybe then you'll hear
my heartbeat
clinking
against metallic tears
i know your pupils
are not black holes
like the one i have tucked
away from sight behind my ribcage
but still
i fear that all my coins
and all my keys
are not loud enough
to whisper what i cannot
in this vacuum between us
please just let me go