My whole life I have been
Chasing after my history
Some shred of evidence that
This is where I come from
That this is me anchored
But to forget myself in you
Would satisfy every hankering
I do not like catching yellow
Looking indivisibly somehow
I gave many less shits about
How my actions were taken
Some of this is fantasy
But when we fought I felt
Like I was fighting for myself
Even the airport could hear
Us shake the walls with fever
Foreign countries sleeping
On my side away but never
Giving up we never gave up
But we moved differently
And on
Water is flowing under the bridge
And into the garden that I
Have learned to claim for
Myself even though so much
Of the verdant I planted for her
What to do for another
Vibrating expanding
Swelling heartbeats
Clever words misbehaving
On his way to unraveling the
Cocoon and exiting the nerves
On a slide to recover the parts
If who he was for her but
Now for himself
Make up the truth
Show up don’t show up
Existing for one next
With an invitation
For two
© GÄ
Poétique 