Open Spaces Poem by Erika Conti

in open spaces
through the sky
i look for you
and see birds
unapproving
while other birds sing
and my flesh rips
and shocks
it is you
that i need
with every breath
when i m on my own
between right and wrong
in the policy of truth
of what is right
of.. what is wrong?
were you calling for the tears
that i see in your eyes
through these clouds?
was it really me
that had to make you cry?
how comes
that it's harder to accept love
in its entirety
than
to join magnets
and let them do their does
and their pulls
don't you know that
this tearing in two
is killing me?
why does it always have to
be
one of us dead on the floor
while the other
considers and ponders
about the tiny things of life?