The problem is there aren’t words to say how I feel about youI had to create a new form of art for it, I call it breathing, I do it daily
regularly, with a discomforting ease
I haven’t been this scared in a long time
like those nightmares I have where I stand in the middle of a roof,
and my body always slides to the edge, no matter
how straight I stand so tall so right
angle to the stucco gray rooftop
but the ground sways until I am sideways regardless.
I slide off the edge.
And I think every other time I needed it, but
this time instead it’s a wonder
and only for those stories you tell when my ghost is
sitting on the corner of my four poster frame saying,
“When is it ever always safe?”
That’s why I promised myself I wasn’t stagnant, stay sliding
tectonic and always thinking ahead.
That’s why I think it would be
wrong to say
I don’t think of you