My mind kidnaps the thought of you, and I guess at
how every single bit of the frantically written poetry, the
hastily scribbled deer, my favorite ink-splattered jacket and its
resulting frayed right cuff from jotting down so much of hope…
all of that is pointless like that Sisyphus guy, but still
I really just
want to share with you the few secrets I’d learned, amidst the chaos-
-so instead, I lie down in the peaceful grass, underneath the overlying
thought of dandelion, despite the winter lying around me
once-think rain too, rather than snow, but I know since I’m not stupid that
rain is just one more form of crying
and so I frown and off again I wander, à pied to some forgotten churchyard
just to get away.
Maybe, in that whispering churchyard, I will realize that it was actually the thought of you
that kidnapped me. And never vice-versa. That is when I will laugh, because
I am so much entwined in you.