the lover’s journey
a passenger,
on a plane,
flying over such great heights
and you, a field below
through the windows
(smoke and clouds)
i barely noticed.
then,
the rested,
on a couch,
spinning through so much small talk
and you, proximal
through my insecurity
(downcast eyes and shy smiles)
i realized something.
later,
in a haze,
on a floor,
wanting only to be near you
and you, a different room
through my high
(ups and downs)
i sought you.
then,
sleeping,
on a couch,
dreaming while contorted
and i, seated
through book words
(pages and paragraphs)
i watched you.
finally,
feelings,
in a poem,
riding to museums
and you, not with me
through penmanship
(crossed t’s and dotted i’s)
i discovered you.
(when the phone rang,
it contained your voice,
and i was curious,
yet satisfied.)