resolve the projectile in
an upwards direction
and resolve childhood
in a spiral.
certain moments touch
< connected >
like now
and two years ago.
like now and six months ago.
like now and fifteen years ago.
let my hair dry naturally, alone,
naturally.
compliments for
a broken hand,
a sky falling
and in-
tertwining.
sleep whispers my name
as
if identity never had me
and the sun didn’t
set for the tenth time today.
thoughts ricochet
like bullets
ricochet like love ricochets
like memories of moonlight.
i sometimes picture lying on my
side
and watching my young
self play; cuddly little
baby with a heart of gold.
tears down my cheek; i have
the same heart of gold.
it is easier to love
what we have lost.
retrospective nostalgia;
learn to love yourself
through your own eyes.
to love someone is
to cry seeing photos of
them young.
i love her,
i love her enough
to hold her for the rest of
our life.
i love her;
i love myself.
i carry the photo everywhere,
in my heart
in my heart
she is my everything,
my girl.
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