we were already
pushing away from the
light that the world poured
into, the seagull flapped
in between my days where
you wrecked and pinched
the stony walls i had
gathered myself into.
here, when all my notions
fall away, you're there
halfway a shadow, a sleepy
hooded figure colored with
enigma, the propensity of
thoughful thinking you leave
me with,
i am nervous, i hate to have
to say it to myself, allowing
the folds of your voice to
puncture into my mirrored
distance of the world.
You are the glass I look
into, and find a silver
reflection of myself smile
into existance, a real image,
a final fit to the riveting
garden of lives
i've swept away from all
these years