Dear You

Sounds overwhelming

Concrete blundering

Everything between me and you

I’ve lost you the second I step into traffic

Chasing sunsets squeezed behind skyscrapper

How could we cut you in half

No wonder I feel disembodied

When you’re decapitated

There aren't enough apologies

To make the both of us whole again

Separation stretches

And we call it stress

Pen to once tree paper page

Grass on a pier by the edge under tears of rain

Contemplating when a squirrel visits casually chewing on chestnut

A bird, as if in communion, flaps ecstatically

Not about numbers or dollars or likes

Residents of towers

Nothing to worry about dear one

Even when rectangles write off your curves

You play witness

Love, me

Photo: Bedstuy, Brooklyn