I wish I could stop searching for you in crowds
Dad said L O V E would show up
at my door unexpectedly
and it did once,
but now every crooked smile looks like yours
There is a ticking in my chest
and I'm waiting for it to stop-
For every hanging wall clock
to leave its hands frozen for more than a second
Keep my heart from shattering
because I don't think I can do it again.
Pieces of your eyes reside in my
back pocket
and I hope one day to
give them back
To stop looking through them every
time I fall a s l e e p
Because I can't keep falling.
Falling is Painless.
It's the never hitting the ground that's excruciating
YOU ARE READING
Transcendence
PoetryI never thought to know what Transcendent meant until I met you. And you, my love, are my favorite definition.
