i lie into
the thought of you
broken by versions—
tempo and chaos
we divert into what we feel
we believe in time
all things eventually heal
yet healing is slow
like echoes in fog
half-heard, half-gone,
yet stringing us along
your name in the silence
fills more than the sound
i lose and i learn
each time you’re not around
in time i find existence
in the silence, i find resilience
learning to lean into
what slipped when i held on
in crisis, i found you
burning desire, hands interlocked
deep motions
chaotic breathing
i found books on shelves
wading and frolicking
notes on a beat
like you—
i wish i could keep
before our
sullen memories
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