Remember when we drove across the night
trying to reach a light at the end of the tunnel?
Every time I hear that song
it’s like you snuck into my headphones
and crawled up the wire
just to say hello
I want you to hand your breath to me
so I can hold it for you
I love saying “Sorry, I got caught up”
to teachers when you make me late for class
I love getting caught up in you
and it’s all right if you have
a fishbowl filled with tears
hidden under your bed
I want to scribble out the month of June
and write your name instead
so I will always know
what my plans are
sometimes I find pieces of you
on paper or my skin
and I get them confused
with pieces of me
another soul on the sidewalk curb
when your eyes are ready to shatter on the ground
I want to be there to pick up the pieces
but I’ll only tell that secret
to the pages between here and now
because I’m afraid a whisper
will tickticktick
until it explodes in your ear