Tonight, she cannot hear me.

I want to say all the things my hands no longer have permission to tell her tender body
But, tonight, she cannot hear me.

During metal blue nights like this, when stars twinkle with frost
I’d find her through the blindness of sleep and dissolve in our embrace

She was sixteen, I was eighteen

The leaves have changed three times and I don’t love her now, maybe
My heart is only certain it loves how much I loved her

I have witnessed repentant queues entering churches on nights like this one
But I can only confess to having loved, no sins

The lightening is still scribbled in white
The singers are still tormented

The leaves have changed as much as us 
And, tonight, she cannot hear me.

When I write these verses I can bring her back into my room 
Place my palms on her naked hips and kiss her
How infinite it is while it lasts, much like this arthritic night

I don’t love her now, this is true
But how can her chocolate eyes be anyone’s but mine?

My heart is shattered, strewn aimlessly but beautifully and my aching soul glows

I cannot tell you the reasons for why she cannot hear me tonight
Only that she is an impossible distance away
From me.

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