You look…
Different.
My worst habit is scrolling,
Falling into autopilot
As if a scene is rolling
And I’m in the backseat, quiet
For weeks, I’ve searched,
Scoured ’til I felt measly.
And here, where I least expected
You show up
so
easily.
I could stare for hours
At the art of you.
Like a patch of flowers
in barren land, rose-tint anew
Your frame permanent, surging
Like ink through wet paper
Pervasive, evasive, my worlds merging
Your impression leaves a crater
The silhouette,
brands my brain
It’s what I get.
How’d I let you grow so vain?
This time I don’t have months
to figure this out.
So sit with me
So that you know
So that you care
A little more.
Let’s unlearn to lean
And love letting go
The change I’ve justified by saying
There’s too much I now know
The storm is on schedule.
Your words were the drapes
my eyes never knew they had
A theatrical rise,
The paradoxical fall
The dust settles and I search for a hint
Eyes reduced to a squint
I wonder,
What I’m looking for?
There it is.
Your frame rescinding,
The wind is whistling
The fog parts on que
It’s no longer me and you.
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