I am a child of melancholia who pines for her as
loose as
a stone-cold brick wall clings to its ivy.
You
really should've seen how brave I was on that restless summer Thursday night,
I was in the car with your sister, and we were both so brave.
Anyone would've crumbled the same, my dearest.
Each time I see this city's airport walls, my heart is hollowed out, no matter
whether I was leaving or coming, it was just always hollow.
I spent the currency of my affection on the signal of reciprocation.
This is my love, out of me, that is worth laying loose bricks for, in
tall hopes that ivy would spread. No matter how foolish
it may appear.
I never wanted to dream bigger these days.
I want to be seen. Is all.
You danced with me on the sidewalk, humming You Belong With Me
as you twirled me like a little kid on the way home that October night.
You are the one I'd spend all of the love I have in me just to have you know,
how
I would have given my best to show you love in a way you'd understand
even if we were not made for forever.
In the meantime, until our time together runs out, I will lay my heart on the floor
together with yours.
Two of yours.
Our hearts know the way.
As autumn thaws my summer away, I pray for one time that my heart
could be full as I face the airport walls again.
Just once.
