And Even If
Walking into the bookstore with my mind as heavy as a drooping satellite,
I look up at a cafe timeline of the famous thinkers who split mind
and matter apart and onto a piece of paper, and I am granted with the pleasure of
enjoying my first silent movie. My steps follow forward, and my eyes capture each
author’s life story portrait by portrait.
And then I bump into her.
It takes me an entire ten seconds to realize it has taken me ten years
to realize what tough love really feels like. I rub my shoulder, look up,
and immediately I forget what time my heart told me it was.
And even if I only stare into your colors for three seconds, and I stand fixated
to the sticky floor since my frappuchino splashed
across my feet, the magic of a planet's rotation, atmosphere, and gravity has set
my satellite on a course to love again.
And to believe that it is until just now that I remember that I forgot to ask, "How are you?"
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