Tuesday, December 10, 2019

You Belong

A left tear falls
not from vein,
but from sickness.

Still I sleep next to you.

A jousting-being-of-words
that still helps me believe,
learning different things
as you rest aside
through syncing heartbeats.

This time,
this thing in waiting,
can always take you down
like a motherfucker.

So how long do humans wait these days
before falling for one another?

To know
when is the right time,
in this moment,
this existence,
a bliss of new
that could turn old
at any given flip
of life's switch.

Now awake
and look through me
with those empowering eyes,
and make me feel
what it means again
to be alive.