Monday, July 25, 2016

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.

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