unfettered thoughts

i’m not good with distance. i’m not. i yearn for the closeness that physicality brings. i find the sweat, the mask, the voice that rings in my thought every utterance.

i’m not good with communication. i’m not. i communicate through my body through my eye, through every finger that touches, and with every sigh! without you i rot and suffer in dereliction.

i’m not good with words i’m not. and i get teared up trying to tell you things that i can’t express. but you get me every time without fail, god bless! and we can not get ice-cream afterwards

i’m not good at most things but i hope i get to spend time with you and you get to see me we get to grow old together and we get to be free and i also hope i learn to deal with the achings