I would rather stand and shine / in smoke and ashes.

when I see you passing by in that busy unremarkable hallway i want to open my lips or reach out to your hand.

and i wonder if my silence my reticence: I like the way your lips curve around the corners of my little sphere when you believe the little lies i tell myself. that’s how i tell you the truth.

i have not forgotten you, I have holes in my books where that word used to be, i burned them out with matches. because forgetting is beyond everything if it came to that, I would rather stand and shine in smoke and ashes.

I tell myself our time is coming, it came once, it comes again, but i want you to know – look closer, see that tremble in my hand:

all of me in that tiny momentary motion was always yours.