too early in the day to admit i am in love with you too late in the season of knowing
in naming the ghost i had hoped it would disperse but like many things living
it responds to its name and follows
every room we are in i find your
eyes every room we are in we find a way to touch
standing at the gate you asked if i wanted to come
would be funny wouldn’t it if i jumped on the next flight
so funny
or; so natural
a dragonfly to freshwater
standing at the gate you asked if i want to come
having wished my name unto your breath
when you call i will not hesitate