artist of the floating world

It was though he found a missing link

It must be a mistake, he talked himself out of it as I dropped him off at the airport

We talked about futuristic things and the plans we’ve seen for our lives

Our favorite color is blue

Could he be the ocean & I the sky?

He loved me with his eyes they never lied

Holding hands as we walked Waikiki

He fasted because I was

We watched the city and broke it with fast food, irony

He loved me when he built the bed for me

He opened more about life and family

He loved me as he watched me gently play with a beetle at his meditation spot on a familiar hike

He loved me every time he left kisses on my cheek

He loved me when I was sad, when I yelled at him, when I felt unsure

Most of all, he loved me under stars

When he affirmed,

“I think you’re in love with me.”

The kind of person that only leaps when you jump first

“You’re in love with me and you have been for a long time…”

People don’t always leap first, some never leap at all

He loved me through his eyes when his lips couldn’t resolve…

And you can’t love me

What a wonder

I find myself trying

You find yourself attempting, too

What an incongruence?

Do you find yourself as perplexed as I?

When you try?

Is it acceptance?

Do I feel as complacent as he?

As familiar?

As loving?

Gently?

Maybe if I was mean?

Maybe if I was anyone but me?

Even though that is something I’d never dream?

Even when I had I realize you become letting go,

You become a home, that’s for sale

A showing, a knowing,

A feeling I cannot buy

Not that I’ve tried

A feeling in a place I cannot hide

A wave passing over low tide

Until my subconscious angst