as the pressure from my sinuses clears
and my ears
thoughts of mine dictate
the world that could exist
when i meet you
all the details falling
into place like a portrait
the light bursting through
the open windows of john wayne airport
follow the breadcrumbs
voices that pain themselves
in attempts to sound cheery
echoes fade to black
eye contact is made
heart stops
"hi there."
awkwardly scratching the back
of my head, i
hear the blood rush just as quickly
did that sound right?
do i look presentable?
has everything gone to plan?
you can only smile
contagiously
for it's hard to not want to smile
seeing you
"hi."
you grab my hand
i grab your case
driving back
(which i hope to learn to do soon)
the truest of joy can become
corporeal
and i hope this is how it goes
midnight, october 11
sick in bed but still fighting
for every inch of reality
if it means i get to see your face
she said i would probably die alone
but god is real and he lives in nebraska
and he'll come down to see me any moment now
and maybe i'll kiss him on the lips when he gets here