something floats by:
whispered gossip or repressed emotions
bubblegum chuckles or white-clouded daydreams
all i know is that it’s something about him
and the way he makes me feel when i feel nothing.
something floats by:
light as a feather yet heavy as a boulder
promiscuous eyelashes yet white-veiled glances
the absence of feeling is meant to be a point of pride
but i look at him across the room and my nothingness condenses.
something floats by:
it’s like a single raindrop or a high-pitched ringing
a salty whiff of cologne or a sensual caress of the skin
my emotions well up with abstinent misgivings
and my heart crawls up to the battle.
something floats by:
i know he sees me sometimes
like a flash of a shadowy figure
but i also know i see him consistently first thing
and he’s so bright i almost welcome the day.
something floats by:
i know he’ll never say anything
and i wish i could find will to fight against that
but that would reveal a lack of contentment and sudden effort
which really isn’t fair to any party
because in the morning
i have to return to the night.
