These sides to love I have never seen
through the edges of my fickle heart.
Scenes I have rehearsed for another season
are loitering past the curtains of my past.
If I slow my heartbeat down to yours
will you remember to keep your eyes in mine?
Afraid my poems wouldn’t rhyme for you
I hummed them under my breath
Doubt that bled through the bandage
I let everyone else’s words get to you instead.
Did we begin when we met
or when we didn’t meet anyone else?
Between the see saw of what you’d say next
I promised to keep your fragrance close
and our eyes at arms length.
For I am yet to bid farewell
to the places we’ll never get to share
The places that shade stories
of the people we’ll never get to tell.
For how can I make it clear to myself?
That every one that has come closer
has been running from someone else.
-AnushehM
