September
in everything i see
i see you too
not branded,
but gently etched,
outline of an outline
once, i was next to you,
when someone asked the crowd
if there were any lovers in the audience
without looking at you,
i tried to feel the entire
length of your body
through the point our
shoulders met
i’m afraid if i looked at you,
you wouldn’t look back
i’m afraid if i looked at you,
you’d look through me like glass














