doorways

i’ve left you these are the words

as much as i wished as much

for you or me

gazing out holding your shoulder

upon the ojingeo bae

lights glowing pinpoints in blackness

sneaking through the barriers

buoyed by trained

scrutiny or an overdeveloped awareness with marching

orders. clear enough as

you might expect {only as real as mind’s connections}

calculating furlongs in fortnights

your face as near to mine

you were my all

and my everything except these

that i leave with wishes

tethered in time

nonexistent

me.

there’s nothing else for it

except to leave you this

my only belongings.