an irrational ratio
each hour spent at the park
parked outside the bookstore that
we never entered, spend an hour
on the phone, conveying a
secondhand kind of love to my
friend who hasn’t heard this
smile in my voice, it’s been so long
no body should ever be that warm
i might burn from the flutter of my legs
doing a silly dance, the audience gone
the performance is over but you are still here
making a fool out of my unavailability
and i bow into a hug that doesn’t quite fit
yet fingers creep in the grass, faster than
the recognition of comfort and seeing myself
in your eyes, a little too close
a little too familiar
i’m so used to you, it’s been so long
since going with my gut meant giving up
something that could be wonderful