Trying something new
a long-winded form
but I’m worried-
I’ll run out of words.
When the fountain of youth dries up
and I’m dried up
will the pen be at my side
like a lover in my final moments
or will it leave
like a lover in my worst.
These words are all I have
reading the dictionary like a playbook
like a menu of life
from the fanciest restaurant on this planet
and I’ll be the only alien.
These words aren’t just for me
I want them to carry
carry the ones I love over the threshold
to you reading right now
to drive over to see that person
yes that person the one you deny loving
because it is to hard to or they just don’t know
and tell them that this is for them
and they’ll see your beating heart in your hand.
I know the feeling-
her love to me is like a lightning bolt
entered without warning and left everything inside
melted and soft
but when she leaves it’s all
static
like a black and white tv after midnight.
So will train these words
put a headband on
turn a lap into a mile
so I can carry this fear in a pocket instead of using these two hands that were just meant to hold you
and these words will carry.
