today is a song.
in the throat.
that i always need.
when i have to flight.

Considering the history of "you's" and "i's"

i'm not really sure how long this will last
[[considering the history of "you's" and "i's"]]
and the nature of restless mixed with
discontent. hint of boredom.
lack of all that's necessary,
but the taste of potential.
caught. caught. caught.
in the skin,
under every thought.

i don't know how long
this "without"
[[considering the history of "you's" and "i's"]]
mixed with need for rest
and life at multitudinous
increments will last in the
surge of need. surge of desire.

i don't know how long
this business of "apart"
[[considering the history of "you's" and "i's"]]
is going last before my desperate fingers
begin ripping at the walls and seams
of the place that keeps my heart
from being where it
has to be.
to breathe.

Myth.

it was supposed to be
one when
you came around the first, right?
it was supposed to be
when i spoke you left
around the second, right?
it was supposed to be one
when we evaporated
into the nothing we
were destined for, right?
they say this is,
just like those, right?
but i threw away that pen, odysseus.
you gotta be more, a Darcy.
me, a Siddhartha.
right?

Right.

Missy came in panels
of coffee table as
your voice drifted from
the shower curtain.
Rumbling outside.
Little lights where i rest.
I finally caught it.
This feeling.
Of Right.

Air.

i peer out the window and
it melts into snow off the gutters
and spouts and car-shields as
it runs into sun-clouds and
azure thoughts and light that
catches on the edges of skin
that hasn't seen hope in
months. dear.
and the fire holds the corner
of my eyes. always.
as the daisy circles around
my view admonishing back,
approving forward.
and today my lungs feel a little
more capable as my steady,
anxious feet.
and in reflections i see the
cat mounting to places on the sink
that we tell her she's never to go.
and i watch as subtlety washes the
age off the gates in her thoughts
and tells herself this is going to be a new time.
and all this hour i can't help but feel melting.
and feel that things are newer.
and feel that for once i'm not really running,
but instead may have somehow found the
exact place i've needed to be--
home.