23 and You and Me

So bright you are You said Too bright for me So sharp you are You said Too sharp for me So much love I have You said Too afraid to say how much Too much to speak in words Staying back You shine Like those vitreous...

Head down in it, I was fiddling with the back panel, prying it open A shadow, silvery, appeared, almost stopping my heart I looked up, dropped everything, saw the silvery shadow turn into you golden My nerves...

And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.

Crushed, I turned inward “Whatever’s wrong with me,” I kept muttering to myself, “That she wouldn’t even look at me.” Then suddenly taken aback, I saw, That all these “I”s...

I unpack my bags
Clean my dishes, wash my clothes
And write poetry
Pedantic as me,
Not fantastic as you

Does it happen to you? Lateral movements digging deeper, seizing, arresting, creating heart attacks.