certain words grow from my good intentions

words like distance can't touch us--

we are not unreachable

we are simply unfazed by roadblocks

i've gotten pretty good at

noticing the difference between words

like loveand infatuation.

this is clearly a case of both

i eat your Job stories

and remember how many times

i was tested before

i thought it might be a good time

to give in to the storm.

but you still had some things to teach me

like

some words are meant to stay rooted in the soul

and birth emotions that have no name

and wake your writing hand

to say promise me

you will never stop moving.

you tell me to consider myself

but i've always been selfish

in pleasing other people

so my good intentions end up

being just words

but your words are what drew me in

in the first place,

slapped me in the face

and forced me to stop saying 'no' so much.

i'm filling my pages with

the word 'yes',

it's been resounding from my chest walls

in symphonic single-syllable glory.

words grow from moments like this:

the second your lips left mine that last time,

there was a polymer glimmer

trailing me all the way backto the east coast.

so now every time i look back,

i see a donnie darko map line

leading me back to where my heart rests.

the only thing that saves me is the way i pour my heart

into that one sentence

we can't help but say

over and over again.