and in love with the spaces between the fingers of a girl who would never marry me. Though every map I traced across her torso, dextro breath on my neck in the basement of our favorite coffee haunt dragged me closer to believing that I could sign my name to forever with an expiration date and emerge unscathed. I couldn’t. But it was very beautiful to love her anyway.
Meanings hide in words unsaid and there are moments I wish my mouth were larger, so I could smile as big as my heart is full. Then I would take my big mouth and chomp all the roads between us until you stood beside me close as breaths, when I could fill in the spaces between your heartbeats with mine.
Like how I wish I was better at math, so I could fathom how many times I died the day you called me your epiphany, and how many times I’ve been reborn into a harmony where the most important sound is listen and the most important word is we.
How grander I am with you– to become more complete for the price of a song. Some Saturdays supernova and birth new stars.
in these spaces between your endless promises of ‘next time’ i stand by the door staring at its broken lock wondering when i should replace it and in these spaces between your endless lies i think we both realize i’ve stopped waiting a long time ago