#14
Sadness lives inside me.
Sadness made her home in my hollow bones
and filled me up.
No longer marrow and bone,
I am a force of nature cracked in half,
I am a geode made dull in the middle.
On my tongue is every word I have ever spoken
and none of them will ever be enough.
What I want to say is that I love you.
Unconditionally and unendingly.
I want to wrap my words in cotton,
quilts made from every moment
that is part of our shared space.
Our hearts are not in our chests,
they are in our hands and we are painting with them.
Globules of magnetic red shrieking
to come closer, be nearer, envelop us.
But we are memory and sound,
letters by hands we forget are ours.
When I tell you I love you it is conditional,
sluggish behind the vehicle
I use to express it.
We are in many ways stars
slowly jettisoning our light
until we have nothing left,
we have touched those never seen.
How much does it mean to us,
when we are already passed on.
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