May I ask if I may be seated
Or is that considered too impolite?
Can I make do with what I have
Or would you rather me strive for what I don’t?
How much kindling should I put into the fireplace?
Does it matter if I add any?
Who’s to say that I won’t lurk in your days?
It won’t matter when you’re gone.
I need you to tell me
That no matter how high the waves rise,
No matter how quickly it gets dark,
No matter how long it’ll take me to finish drinking my one cup of coffee,
That I’m not your only one.
I don’t understand it when you say,
“You are my sunshine, my sky, my horizon in between”.
How many beats will my heart have to donate
Until your grief saturates it?
I crave your mind, your body, your soul.
I’m parched when your fingers rummage along my knuckles.
Famished when your collar smells of pine and green apple.
Exhausted when your words seep into my cells.
I have been away,
Near that shallow puddle where we first touched?
You have pondered my loyalty
And it was harmonious.
Let’s scroll back up together,
But this time,
In revelation.