To Face My Poetry
I can see the poetry in your face
I can feel the water in your eyes
I am in no position to know your tears
I don’t know your song, but am familiar with the tune
You have sung this before
You have stood on your knees in my room
You said you talked to god
I asked you to talk to me
And there was this way your mouth fell to the floor
Where I picked it up and put it back on your face
That is when I saw my poem starting at your chin
Coming up to look me in the eyes
And tell me that it was time, that this is the time
To know, to know what it is I am in these words
To know who I am in this cloud of smoke that surrounds life
I can see you in the mist, your cheeks flushed
Reminding me of how embarrassed I am to be alive
In a world that does not recognize my face
I look in the mirror to know who you are
And I see my own sadness in the reflection in your eyes
Where I see myself floating between me and you
I am somewhere in the middle of our existence
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