describe another place
where you dwell
in dreams
a million miles away
sliding, slipping,
never content,
never staying,
not in one place,
not for too long,
and never satisfied,
nor ever worried
that this reality can't give you
what you want
and it’s me you remind me of,
a reluctant breeze that caressed your ear
on a fractured, swollen day
as you fumbled, frowning,
for your keys
in a harried sort of way
but i see now
my wind is no match
for the wall of sound that
breaks forth from your lips,
full and round,
and the way that i’ve found
to make the ground
seem a bit more stable,
a kind of cement table,
among my static
where our waves are not
water bound
but distance is a demon
a burden you support
convenient enough
at times
to keep us apart
but i don’t want to play
anymore
i want you to experience
being alone.
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