You Are A Cyprus Tree - Poem by Luce Darwin
I'm looking for something
to destroy myself with,
only before I can
I'm waiting for my favorite constellation
to fall in the same place
where I first realized
that I loved you.
Do not idealize me;
This is the universe on my shoulders
and I can't even hold up the sky.
I'm losing my vision;
the ability to see you clearly,
undistorted and genuine.
You are some cyprus tree,
under some brilliant dusk sky
in a foreign country;
One that I will never see.
I'll never breathe in your oxygen.
You'll never breathe my carbon dioxide.
I wish I had never met you,
though I can't say,
if I would have been happier
if I never had;
Tripped over the roots
where you planted yourself
below my front steps.
As my vision fades,
I only fall over you more and more.
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