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This is what we did:
Me; opening a door.
Her; lifting up her head.
This is what we held:
Me; a triangular, hard-edged doorknob.
Her; a piece of paper.
This is what we saw:
Me; sun shining in, darkness, a cliff-drop; beautiful.
Her; stars blinking out, light, a forest; breath-taking.
This is what we thought:
Me; who are you, I wasn’t looking for you but I’m glad I found you.
Her; I don’t know who you are but where have you been, I didn’t know I was looking for you.
This is what we looked on as:
Me; I never want to lose sight of you.
Her; don’t you dare look away from me.
This is what we looked like:
Me; a bee drunk on the sweetness of nectar, swaying towards her, the next flower.
Her; a body doomed to drown at sea, falling towards me, the bottom.
This is what we wanted to say:
Me; I want to know you and if I can’t at least let me breathe you in for a second.
Her; I have to know you or I’ll never really ever breathe again.
This is what we should have said:
Me; Hey!
Her; Hello!
This is what saying looked like:
Her; wide shocked eyes, white knuckles, a cornered wild animal, like I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong, I didn’t mean to say that.
Me; jaw dropped in surprise, tongue licking chapped lips, a tightly wrung spring, like why would you say that, how could you think that, I would never.
This is what we said:
Her; are you here to kill me; as if asking how’s the weather.
Me; not yet; as if saying the weather’s good.
This is what we said next:
Her; okay.
Me; okay.
This is what we thought of next:
Her; me, drop the silence, it’s getting heavy.
Me; her, break the silence, say something.
This is what we did next:
Her; looking down at her piece of paper.
Me; swinging the door shut at her.
This is what we ignored of our hearts:
Her; wrenching out to her chest, pulsing in her hand, telling her to stop me.
Me; twisting in my chest, refusing to beat back to normal, saying go back to her.
This is what we said to ourselves:
Her; the timing’s wrong, we’ll try again someday.
Me; there’ll be another chance, we’ll get it right.
This is what we kept repeating:
Her; this isn’t goodbye, we’ll meet again.
Me; this isn’t goodbye, we’ll meet again.
This is what we didn’t know:
It was.
There is a bottomless pit in my stomach and it's filling me up. (It's an old piece.)
00You gave me light and left you with darkness and empty promises.
2177 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Published on July 09, 2020
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