I kept looking inside a room full of people
Where my heart isn't
If love is a traveler,
Why isn't my shell cracked through?
I loved him, I thought,
His face dissolved into a pebbled path
Yellow ochre, brown, caramel, smooth
Shiny black round ounces of clever tease
Adorable,
A miniature eternity full of joy.
In my people watching blues
I miss him
The idea more
The rain on a running kitten, so beautiful
And honest
I'd give anything for a lick of warmth
Anything to be missed
In a way that is unreal and not mundane.
No inane throwaway words
Nor promises heavied by the want to make one happy
I jut my jaw out and breathe in,
Hoping for a deep-seated longing
A centrifugal force
I, the main character, the favorite catchword
A narcissist's heaven
A hungry kiss and I will call it love.