While I was leaving,
you touched your toes.
Girls in mirrors in stretch pant glow.
My heart still waits.
That girl still cries.
I paved her driveway in paper valentines.
I packed my colors,
my black and white,
my stars that search for eternal night.
I still seek
the house fly and those who overslept their lives.
purse my mouth,
and blow out lullabies to the dreams I spoke.
I’ll never catch up to them,
until I choke,
on a fishbone circumstance or half told joke.