This is what I want to say: I love your broken heart.
Now
Much too soon to tell if this happiness, lightness is the prelude or the thing itself.
Complicated
I hear everything you are saying
I, too, am a cautious person
prone to thinking it all through
But here's the thing:
it's not that complicated
We love with our minds, yes
but also with skin and tongues
and the soles of our feet
So if you are ready to love like that
Come find me
It's not that complicated
For J
I had a friend in college you know the one: smart, funny handsome, kind never breaking my heart but never filling it, either Thirty years on and half a world away we talk of children, politics spouses now and past I exhale knowing that he, though dear was not the one who got away
You
Yes, I think it's important that you do you. Just keep in mind that means you don't do me.
Death
There are deaths of many kinds only some of them put us in the ground the rest leave us wandering, wed and dead
Million
The world is wide and the odds are good that more than a million souls would know themselves lucky to be loved by you. Yes, even you. So if this one, here, will not kiss you deeply or want to know your secret names, then, dear friend, I implore you: Please turn and gently walk away.
My Right Mind
If it was my job to write would I sit stone-still, staring at the screen, the page the blank wall for hours paralyzed remembering years of days filled entirely with inconsequential things messages requiring responses calls to return lists of items to be crossed off Because now feels so full and my right mind knows I am the one who has made it so
Yes
I love the way you walk right across the room and introduce yourself to me. You are a man on a mission; I, your aim. Every day you beam that bright smile at me and for a dozen breaths, here we are, two. We see each other and say: Oh, it's you. Yes, it's you.
Look
If I didn't look closely I might believe this story you tell with your smooth pressed shirt and carefully knotted tie but I see the way you bite your lip as you pull your hands in and out of pockets and I wonder: why not put those hands here come bite my lip instead?
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