we play nice and continue
for harmony’s sake
since promises are kept
including those one never intended to make
but when it’s time to put away the distractions
to take rest and sleep,
it’s a lonely night for any
that try to halfway meet
sometimes our conversations create
such a nurturing environment
that a flower could grow out of the love between
and it does, the petals all of us
i need to love deeply
the way that i used to when
i didn’t have an object for my love
and i had time to feel
how simultaneously heartbreaking and lovely it was, to love
i need to love, the way i used to when
winds whipped my hair around my face and blew the staleness out of my soul
when i went walking near the lake
just because i could
just because i loved to
our orbits are coming back into transit
and i’m so happy we’re crossing paths again.
distances between hearts measure far greater
than between planets in the silent expanse beyond.
my heart is
like a never-ending tissue box
it always has something left to give.
use it/absorb
and be on your way.
nor of the west 