You, I imagine you, walking silently
Beside me, briefly, and so I ask you-

Wait
It’s 4:29, low sun, deep Spring
I’ve got this wire wrapped between
Eating scraps, absorbing the means
To which I maximize a gluttonous,
A dispassionate, down-to-the-bone
White shadow hugging my anonymous face

I would think to take you, shaking
With my arm that has you held into my rib curve
To calm you, or myself climbing this cloudy hill
I’d remind you it doesn’t matter that I’m falling
That you are also not in time to catch me
Though still am I screaming-

Again, wait
We’re on earth, apart, you’re asleep
I can’t just recite the words to my screen
I can’t just jump out of life by myself
Here, under a cloudy new day, and a dream
In which we allow our gray shadows to meet

I would dare to hold you, press you
Over emotions that don’t come so natural
By God: who let you down here in half form
But, I’d say that, and laugh, you would know it’s okay
That it’s human to be born as an imperfect creator
Of love- of love feelings, connections and wires

I think I can wait
It’s night, again, day or
Passing the foothill for the nth-ever moment
I’d remember it by the hue of the shadow
That wraps, and I drift off and wrap you myself
You, I imagine you walking, answering
Beside me, this time I’m quick to ask you
“Is this our love that moves where the clouds go?”