This is the way it starts
The way you move
Not like the wind through the thick tree branches
Not like my breath on your skin
Heavy
The weight of analysis like water or metal
Your feet are leaded
Your heart, your eyes
You’ve planted yourself in cement
In words and sentences
I stick myself to your rationalizations
I rip at my own absence of depth to see you
You sink like boulders
My blades of grass float above you
Lamenting
I am shallow and wasted
Lost in the firmament without you to ground me
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Submission Name: Sussurus
