i lean into reasons
how the sky reads and pages burn
clouds fade into things we speak
into existence in quiet rooms
and i ask for you in forms
in windows i drive by
to see you in reflection
is the only thing real to me
i fade into time
in clocks
in the tick
the sound of you
we’re spinning in circles
i’m crawling from hell
and i take you
i accept you
i read into moments
i stay in the in-between
in pauses
in almosts
in the breath before names
i watch my hands forget
what they were holding
i listen for you
in the quiet after noise
in rooms that remember
even when we don’t
i measure distance
in footsteps
in streetlights
in how long it takes
to miss you
i count the space
between thoughts
between knocks at the door
between wanting
and asking
we break into two
when the tip hits the top
we stand in time
wondering to wander
existing to prosper
and i etch this
into my feet
into the ground
into what i call this
when i call for the sound
we break in time
i find myself in years
between shadows in night
the dim of the bathroom
the noises in night
i accept you
i still look for you
the sound in me
that sound i remember
do you feel this?
i walk beside the window
and i walk between lights
i stood outside the doorway
we didn’t speak words
but we talked anyway