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if I could

I’d love you like
those couples who grow
into each other and make
poetry out of body language
and wear one another’s
weaknesses when they get
too heavy and talk about
the weather without ever really
meaning the weather at all;
and you’d keep me from
falling asleep in the ocean
and I’d lie about little
things, always confusing
Sunday for Tuesday and
you for somebody with
the same face who
was always afraid of
me. you’d chuckle and
hold me and I’d cave in to
you like the hungry tide
and you’d say I looked
beautiful when I cried
and I wouldn’t believe you
but I’d cry more anyways.

if people were alive,
you’d be the brightest
one. I don’t have much
to offer but I could write you
a million dedications
in the sand, and give you
pocket change when you
needed a wish; I could
take you to New Zealand
to paint water lilies or England
to go skydiving or Italy
to fall in love and mean it
and I would promise you
the moon and take you to visit
on a night when it looks
beautiful and open and
safe.

people like me weren’t
cut out for this, I spend
most of my time trying to
forget who I am. today,
I decided to defy the theory
of progress and reimagine
the psychology of reoccurring
dreams. I’m already sorry for
the ways I’d care about you
if you let me,

but I just want to talk to you
about the weather and
the storm gathering inside
of me.