For You
Settling in to the lowlands
I could see your hair
blowing around and up and over
translucent photos
She took them
and she knows.
She cannot be around you.
I walk the plank
I throw it overboard
pictures that were never shot
entangled nights we never spent
all wrapped up in my memory
they call it psychosis
but I know you are real
and I can touch you
if I want to.
She baked us bread and then left us alone.
I could taste you
and then I could swallow you whole
and you would be a part of me
but you are the best of me
and you bring out the worst in me
and if I erase it all
I will still be alone.
I ask you to stay with me
and she simply does not hear
I whisper
do you hear it?
Changing is the sea
and changing is not like me
but I would change for you.
Next to you I am exposed
for all I am
and all I am not.
I travel the lowlands
you sit in the sand
you hold out your hand
and I take it.
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