If I poured myself in a text,
would you paint a response,
or would you leave me on read
like you do when I see you,
I know you feel the same pull I do,
a string of mine is attached to you.
You said you did not want to be defamed,
so I put a stop to my ink.
is it you I'd be embarrassing?
You bedded women that looked nothing like me,
that had other men they were committed to,
that change their hair colour often
just breathe and be suspended in time
under the white sheets of your bed,
like we were when I loved you.
If I poured myself in a text, would you read it?
Don't I speak a different language?
And my skin has more melanin,
and I don't drink or eat meat.
Your friends say we have too many differences,
oh, and I believe in God,
I wish you'd take me back to your mother's farm
that once was your dad’s.
Where I saw you feeding chickens
and the dog you gifted your dad.
Oh, and the little golden streaks in your brown hair,
and you in the country air.
I wish we could go back there
and be suspended in time,
as if we were little particles of light
floating in each other's eyes?
Another summer I must go without you.
Remember you said you'd buy me a wetsuit.
Take me back to the ocean
where you become a big fish,
I know things will never change.
and in a few years, I'll be married to another man.
Your friends would not like me now or then.
Maybe one day we will meet
knowing I once loved you.
And tonight I'll be content,
