day fourteen
aten
they say in the heat
only archer's eyes can find
his way homeward bound.
i'm not a poet and i don't pretend to be things i'm not
so forgive me if this comes off simple, if my tongue twists, shouts
like birds cawing in the evening sandstorms. i'm not a poet,
nor am i a strong friend but my brain moves fast - too fast
at times for my own good - but i'm confident if you just take
a second you can find something worth salvaging among the scrap meat.
i spent these years searching for you
only i didn't know how to say your name;
so forgive me if i spend the nights watching your lips
imagining your name in every language across the seas.
and no, you're no lover of mine and never will be
but i've fixated like a bird in migration, how
my magnet is drawn to you. call it love
call it friendship - i ultimately don't mind
as long as you never stop speaking;
in the day when your smile is the horizon line
or in the night when gravity falls on your eyelids.
you are so central in my world,
i hope you learn that some day.
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