peekaboo
published on the 50th day of 2021, a Friday
 February 19th at 13:49
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holding endings
with beginnings
and middles

to live a period of time
where two lives intersect
as friends or lovers or both or more
walking trails backroads neighborhoods
traveling here there wherever
sharing meals on floors, countertops, tables
in restaurants parks trains planes
raising a child between two worlds
offering and receiving treasures
drawing uncharted waters
dancing singing laughing
kissing time into submission
warm softness entwined sleep
fucking in love
fucking animals
fucking angry
fucking confused
fucking up (together)
wanting to be wanted (unwanted)
love(lies) unending until
mountains crumble

to live a period of time
where two lives intersect
until mountains crumble
meeting glancing then disjunct
grieving absence absence
with distraction confusion rage sorrow

it happened
i changed
it didn't happen
i cannot remember
it happened
too painful
it didn't happen
tu me manques

object permanence
of relationship
and here i am
still a baby
playing peekaboo