L stole herself away for a memory. Cut a photo to find only hearts and other feeling organs. She would sit on the grates and let the dry air seep into her her from below.

rushing toward
a silent day and hoping to
say all the things that
feel inward.

I wonder if I am in love or if
I am falling for a woman
who drives me places. She
is tall and slender and
walks unlike a person
instead like a bird or something
more innate.

I want to hold her dimples between my pinky and thumbs.

Maybe I am in love I just don’t
and do or like that it holds me.

I’m looking for better.
I haven’t written because I have
admirations that feel for
bidden.
And I think I can see the
future sometimes.
It makes me wonder whether its
worth it to get there but then
yeah, of course.