Running
I’m on a treadmill of nostalgia
I keep running our lines over and over again
Wondering where we went wrong
What did I say to you that made you choose a different part?
I have to tie myself to the edges of my pride
So I do not fall for you every time I see you.
I have to shove my excitement down my throat
So my love doesn’t announce itself every time it meets your eyes
I think of you till I become unconscious
I’ve been writing about you ever since I’ve met you
I’ve been hoping that these words crawl out of the page
And hold your hand gently when you feel anxious
And kiss your lips softly when you’re unsure
And stare into your eyes deeply when you’re doubtful
But you already have all of that.
To you my words are
Forgettable
Insignificant
I keep running on the treadmill of longing that I have for you.
(2015)
