Musings #3

I missed you from the moment I met you.

Eight minutes into seeing your

Eyes light up against mine I was

Sold on you.

You were like oxygen in my caved in, punctured lungs

You were like every moment I never thought I’d never see condensed into one

(You were the lilies in the water and you were the moon)

I don’t know much about this sort of thing or the

Ten thousand miles and counting separating our short breaths

But I want to know.

I want to know how many words it takes to masquerade as a whisper,

How many it takes to play on a kiss.


This piece was originally written in July 2014.

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