Here
Sunday afternoon in a bar
and I don't know what's burning more
the bitterness of this drink or the weight of your arm resting on my knee.
My mind is racing because I'm sure you didn't think twice about it,
but it's all I'll think about for the next twenty four hours
and somehow in this sudden haze I'm taken back
to days in the spring when everything was new, and warm
and good,
when it all felt like sunshine.
I would pay to be half as cool as you are in this moment
yet
I'm paralyzed
wondering how you can't feel that my temperature's risen ten fold.
I'm counting the minutes until this all ends,
and simultaneously hoping it doesn't,
as if every passing second is stitching us back together.
Has it been five minutes or years?
You still can't tell how calm I'm not.
Sat on your phone like this is normal for us.
Back then it used to be and maybe one day
it could be again
and-
You move your arm and I almost collapse
from the sheer amount of pressure released.
In this moment,
nothing becomes everything,
and everything becomes nothing,
and the strands of thread I've been holding in my hands for months
finally have a meaning.
But, I'm still not sure how we got here again
nor am I sure where "here" is.
