i spoke this poem into the voice recorder on my phone while driving into work about three months ago. i finally wrote it down. it’s not perfect and probably shouldn’t be posted, but i like first drafts. they are like paintings or drawings, where you cannot erase. anyway, here it is word for word as i spoke it into my phone’s recorder:

when the time comes to rise
the sea will fall and
indecisions will come from the sky

always waiting for the tipping point
for you to come back around to me
and me back around to you

mixing up the moments
we’ve created colors
that never should have existed between us

i saw it then
we see it now

never being able to express beyond myself
my skin, a sound proof shell

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