this is a harmless obsession
this intermittent intrusion
of your silhouette
upon my thought
framed with a soft click and a flash
and barred from further consideration
your laughter in dreams heard
awoken from and willfully forgotten
or maybe not
they intrude echoed in conversations
with people who are not like you
who are more than you
so i ask why you of all should engage
my neurons pulsating in tales flowing through words
suctioned into a wormhole of what-ifs
arrested into pretty pictures of false memory
of the rain pattering on street puddles
electric starlight winding
around shrubs through mist
cold railing the curb on which we slump
i could smell the smoke
clinging to your shirt and
i hated it
but why are you still here
stuck like the last song
is it the weather
is it your grin
is it just me bored, humming
a catchy, artless tune?
but all is well and hurtless
between us is no equivalence
here is no gravity
and i don’t believe
in free fall
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