lacuna

I’m in love with you

I blurt out

into nothing, nothing but

the air around me and the bookshelf across the room.

it has to go somewhere,

it has to go to the rivers and the sidewalks

the canyons and hardwood floors

and the trails that lead to you,

it has to

(it has to.)

but if it doesn’t,

if it doesn’t travel past this room

if it’s never written in the story

if it falls outside of time

when you’re here, I’ll repeat this moment

until the lines turn into letters

and the letters turn into phrases,

into sentences that lead to books

and I’ll be there, in this moment again

with you

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