—you,
so bold, in this instant
brave—i watched you
press through noise—onward—
never a sorry or hesitation, free
pressure and thank you—thank you and let go,
release. a left behind laughter—we slipped
onto a street, all trees bared
their glorious, delicate, branches
it was cold in the fondest,
—cold beside. afterwards,
i sat in my car and i cried.
silence reminds me i am
not perfect—i am not
infallible—silence begs:
consider each word carefully.
these things matter to us.
i want to see the world from the couch, singing, arms raised high.
deeply, i know i’m out of practice when it comes to love—so here i am today, trying. just a little distant.
you are birdsong and flight—whatever light could give rise to grows in the palm of your hand.