and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t make it rhyme.

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today my thoughts settled on creating an opus

fitting of my gratitude, my anxiety, my angst

so if you have ears and time to listen, I will oblige

your curiosity with words enough to create my story, my film

as dreamers watch, eyes squinting with the flash of the bulb:

love left me stranded, alone on the other side of this gulf

and hardened my heart in the heat of its kiln

passive and weak, floating by like plankton

I endured my plight, month by month.

it came to me, from just below the floundering depths

your voice, calling to me, softly, gently, silver

and the thought, it spread across my breadth

you: rare and soft, human yttrium

your laugh, a raucous celebration over a pint

the beat of your heart, catching your breath, the
pulsating rhythm

you stretched yourself across the gulf and bridged it’s
width

marking a change, a transitional cusp

true meaning, love vindicated, its purity glimpsed

our worlds intertwine; we blend to orange