Sometimes, when I'm alone in my room,
I think I hear the distant beep of my cell phone
and I hope that it's you,
in these hours the whole town falls,
missing me.
Because I miss you.
Sometimes, I get caught up in
this unpredictable romance,
this poetry of it all-
both our hearts, on a single vein-
a clothesline between two trees,
rooted, yet free, riding the breeze.
Sometimes, when the earth is still
for just a moment,
it all makes sense- it comes on often,
in these in-between hours
when I faintly smell your amber
and find your sparkles in my sheets.
Sometimes, I realize the truth is
that I love you (for exactly who you are)
and I don't know how or why
it happened, but it happened
or what pull broke us and brought us
to us- but I love us-
(in our uncanny, sensual, lived ways)
And I love who I am with you.
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