i find you in pieces,
in meanings,
in the deepest of darkest
secrets.

to the wind and i’m gone,
drifting on sin
to feel you—
this aggressiveness,
a touch felt surface.

i extend to repent,
ideas in my head,
the echoes of song,
the vibrations of hands against
my ears are something i hold
so ever clear.

to swim in this,
to feel bliss in my truth.
i miss ideas of us,
words atop hills i recall
in summers of twenties.

to realize is to believe,
to find you in song.

i seem to hear everything—
words and conversations,
i hear the wind,
it’s flickering
in and out.

the doors are shutting,
it’s revolving and i’m spinning.

i live to exist
not in time but in this,
in hypertrophy,
but not as you think.

i extend in cells,
i become to be,
i break to find,
i extend my life
to expand in time.

i believed in you
as i believed in this.

truth unraveled in the pause.
it takes two to tango,
but one to let go.

words by dominic riccitello