I want to tell you about the times
I fell in love with you. I should say hi,
First. So, hi. The first time
You opened
A slim door; you said, come anytime,
Show me your insides.
I wanted to tell you about the times
I wanted to marry you. You said some-
Thing like: I was once locked up too.
And I knew I wanted to spend my life
Beside you.
Checking in. Saying hi. Are we ok? I
Love you. Are we ok? Is the world dying?
Don’t let me die, ok…?
One day, and in so many poems I des-
Cribed the feeling of kissing you. It
Was selfish… I was thinking about your
Feet and your big blue
running shoes…
This is a not a perfect or even a good
World, and so I apologise for wanting
These things… like holding you.
Typing out all this shit
Here… Mouth, my mouth, full of
Words, waiting for pain.
For nothing.
For tying your shoe.
I like to be helpful, you know.
I go on.
And so, I go on.
Just like we always do.
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Elisabeth Horan
Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She writes to survive and survives to write - We are all battling something. Let's support each other. Elisabeth enjoys riding horses and caring for her cats, chickens, goats and children (not necessarily in that order). She teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.
