letting the pitter patter
flow train of my thoughts
down on paper because
coherency is too far away to reach right now
write now
and the glow of missing the flow of missing
the yearn for touching the yearn for kissing
is real and ever present
much more so than subjects and verbs and p e r i o d s
thinking about you aching
like mouth
thinking about you aching
like my chest
remembering all our moments
and feeling my skin crawl carefully
slowly intakes of air
you make me gasp
from miles away you make
me gasp without even thinking maybe
you are just talking
reading a book drinking
some water
and here i am thinking of
you
and maybe i am just looking
at something reading my book going
on the computer
and you are stopping and thinking
of me
the land between us may
stretch wide
farther than the Q and R train traverse
unpassable even by the B and the M
train on weekdays
but if i close up my
fingers and dim all my lights
i’ll convince myself
that you’re beside me
breathing
and if i close the space
closely and bend
mother time
it’s not long
until you’re in
my arms
tears salty
on my cheek.
tears salty
on your cheek.
my tears
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