and so i won't
be taking anything back
that i have ever said, ever thought
for
or about you.

in ways that bodies
time, or names cannot
explain, you just reached
out through then, silently
into now, took my soul
close to yours, kissed
it with mist and mix
of breath and lips
gently
across the tremble of cheek,
and how fascinating to look at
the twinkling pieces of
this puzzle-story
like a star fallen perfectly
into unexpecting
and open
palms.

and thank you.

and so i won't
ever stop
talking about you, thinking
about you, i won't be taking
any of it back.

you have given all of this to me, this
telegram tapped out
unconsciously through
the alleys inside of hours, and around
the echo inside of the ticking of cities,
you have sent this to me
this strange song without words...
and i had fell to believe
it such a silly thing
to even still listen.

and so i won't
be taking any of this back,
anything that i've ever said
anything that i've ever thought
for or
about
us, or
for the rest of all
of anything too.