who are you?
I love you.
in my quietest moments I’m forced to admit the truth:
sometimes I wish you were someone else,
someone I could rule the world alongside.
the misunderstanding that started us looms large in our legend,
making the rest seem almost fated.
how could we know, when we were always the silent ones?
how could we help but build a monument on sand?
how can we do anything now but watch
as it shifts toward its inevitable resting place?
not a fall, nothing so decisive.
just single grains moving under unbearable pressure until one day you wake up horizontal…
when you’d been vertical every day before.
won’t it be a relief? to rest?
I’ll never let you go.