"i keep all the things that both
of us know locked deep inside
cradled by a glass box
through which we can look through.
at times, i feel as though
it is a mirror that is good at
reflecting your every thought -
the weather outside and even, at times,
the wrinkles in my hands.
each line evidence of a day, and a second
i have spent
or wasted
enthralled by the closeness of you.
i’m scared that one of these days
all of these truths - messily
written on loose pieces of paper,
napkins and receipts - will
do what i cannot and fly free from
the mess we have permitted.
or, even worse,
that another will come along with
a perverse key - which
i will, out of courtesy, allow him to use.
it will get stuck, and mangled.
jamming the only way
i know how to let you in." ▼
