You are my foundation of chaotic thought
The legitimate cause of my disquiet
And I haven’t decided yet whether this is a bright day
Or rains that intend to plant forests in my lungs.
You’ve moved over my chest
Leaving train tracks in your wake.
Where are you going?
Has my right rib told you about the
Conundrum of my heart or not?
Because that station hasn’t been open for service ever,
No-vacancy signs are imbedded in my hands
And I’m so sorry you were previously injured...trying, to unhinge the gates keeping you out.
I had heard once that it was in the nature of stars to cross
And I’d wonder sometimes what other shapes that burden takes
Her face used to come to mind,
But somewheresomehowsomeway, your face imposed right over hers
This wasn’t supposed to be a poem about you
This wasn’t supposed to be an honest opening
But I can’t stop whispering
I love you
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