Varda

Today I learned
That Agnes Varda 
Was born in this neighborhood

And I thought of the movies you make
The way you look at life 
And the way it made me look at you

More than anything in this life
I want someone to tell
Beautiful things to

More than anything in this life
I want someone who collects them
And tells them to me back

Who sees the delicateness
Of a coat hung on the rack
Or a misspelt sign
Or refractions on the tile

Let me kiss you one more time
And I'll be fine
We both know it’s a lie

One mistake like a gateway drug
Into the endlessness of it never being enough

I remember that pain, how it felt like it could swallow me
And yet these days, it comes in waves, and I can feel myself drowning