Until recently,
I hadn’t
noticed the sun-drenched sky,
how can one bathe
in its light
and yet tremble
upon heavenly sight?

How readily you kiss me,
like a post-it note you lay it on.
Perhaps,
feeling is a dish
unsung to the callous.

Like placid brown water you remain unruffled,
can you hear
the sound
of a slow-breaking heart?

I have given up trying to understand you,
in hopes
that arriving
moment won’t nearly be as painful.

 

 

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