I see that wave of her hair and think Winter is still there in her eyes I believe we have never met and she is the love she is the dark drain the spark she echoes across time and an Ocean away she writes to me wondering what ifs and whens I wonder what would I not sacrifice for this woman my Diana
she wants to meet me knowing that I have always fucking loved her and she says no expectations because we're older and I think BULLSHIT no expectations just gives you that back door
that keeps me loving you that keeps me begging you
with unspoken practices and emotional blurring
I used to type until daylight and then curl up next to her
the junkyard next door at dawn looked like new secrets like promises
after bone ridden nights tapping keys and feeling her curl up sleeping and smiling against me