it's the mystery in you
that makes me
somber, or perhaps dumber
i think more of you
and i ask so many questions
all my answers are wrong
i go into the details
letter by letter in my book
i utter the syllables hoping that in each sound
i can find
an exit to this useless mess
i stare at you
in those moments of my chaos
my thoughts are wild
i have lost control
and restraint buries itself
on the ground that it dug for days
i have not traveled so well
in the past
trying to explain why this hour is
sad
i dream
that i have another face
another body
i see yours
limpid on the floor
calling my name
i did not say a word
as i look for the best explanation
why we cannot be
one in the heat in bed.
there is a fire that consumes
me
i am praying for a storm
i am wishing for
rain
i am a ship without anchor
there is no shore
in view
i look at you
i am a meteor in the sky
shooting myself
in space
lost with so much distance.
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