Inertia on the 8′s

You.  The one I can’t stand

to live without.

You intoxicate me with bad

jokes and good humor.

You dove deeper than any

living, single, soul-

cautiously into my turbid sea.

My soliloquies are silent.

Curiosity transposed to content.

Barefoot upon moonshine sand-

I run toward you

but wait patient and kind,

brave and true.

I’ve put the phantoms all to sleep,

no troubles left to linger deep.

Let’s walk along your hand in mine,

and take some steps backwards with time.

Birds transcending Autumns ending,

and now I learn to hunt

for You.

The one-

whom I’ve always known.

I remember my face turned red.

I remember staring at my feet.

And I’m on my way.

Brow to brow

nose to nose

former tangled love

still grows.

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