by Cristina Lopez
On a line far off
About this thing you have
That I want to have,
But you’re crying with it.
Somewhere back there
That drowns out the loneliness,
That takes out the heartlessness.
And when I heard you say it I thought --
For a second
I felt what you meant:
A murmur of recognition.
I wanted to know.
I wanted to tear my heart out for you.
Pull my hair out for you.
Break my teeth into jagged pieces
Because mine is yours
Since the day we cried into cocoa
And I called you friend;
Since plaids and pleats and small defeats.
Since then I’ve remembered and recalled
The many walks I took
That scarcely brought me home.
Where are you going?
What do you take with you?
What burdens do you leave behind
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