Draft

I hang so much on moments-

so when it hurts they're heavier. 

I remember cleaning cobwebs from the corners of the house,

standing up on a chair,

a new perspective there,

& you looking up at me,

smiling meaningfully,

at least to me,

& you said: "We're living together."

Your grin stretched deeper

& I could ride those seconds 

for a lifetime if you let me!

but 

I played it cool 

even though

inside I was like a piñata full of glitter

bursting with obnoxious love!

exploding into absurd metaphors!

I was yours.  

Now I'm arrested by the triggers of the past;

by a time taken off the shelf 

to hold & look at 

& then put back.