Alex Adams
(With Hayden Vann)
Passion isn't always glamorous
We argue over a slim table
Bolted to swivel chairs
In checkered t-shirts
When eyes grasp each other
And a warm hand reaches across
Soothing my cheek and neck
I thought you meant goodbye but
What came out was I love you.
I thought it was confusion
A lie, a joke- kidding myself
Laughing, saying “Take it back”
Only realizing the reality of our word
When you said “I can't”
And locked me up in your heart
In your lips
And clutched between your knuckles
A captive
Is goodbye ever really goodbye?
How many times have you tried to grasp
the true meaning of goodbye, of someone being truly gone from your life,
and failed?
Even when your thoughts
are still captivated by that person,
they are still lingering with you,
not saying a truthful goodbye.
I can feel you waiver
when your hands quiver
with the graze of mine
Letting go of the resistance
Lay me down
Don't be afraid to stay after you say goodnight
And leave me a trail
I won't come running after
Lay down, and study his hands,
Study your hands.
Clasp them gracefully
and know how they fit together.
Hands travel with you everywhere,
Stories waiting to be told,
The lines are paths waiting to be crossed.
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