19.12

I met a boy who looked just like you last night

same great teeth

and same side profile. 

his voice was softer than yours

but he wasn’t as funny. 

he didn’t carry the same fireworks behind his eyes that you do.

he makes his breathing quieter so he can hear mine

led at the foot of the bed

next to an acoustic guitar.

it’s almost uncomfortable

but made bearable 

by the sound of my sleep.

the black air thick with despair

it should be too much to bear

but made bearable 

by the sound of 5 am city life outside the open window.

maybe if he focuses hard enough his feelings can escape.