the slant of the sunlight hits different when I think about you
warms me upwards from the root of my body and I
can’t contain it
sometimes it bursts careless and catastrophic,
spilling champagne and confetti smashing glass
candy-pink explosion
neon floodlights and screaming...
_
who are you again? the day changed like your face
and I can’t recognise you anymore
I can hear the way you made me feel, but now I don’t know if it was ever
really you at all
I can hear soft pulsating beats of neon harmony
I can hear them through to my fingertips down to my core, quietening down until they
reach my feet
and I do not move
I think that if I listen closer I will understand something better
I can always hear this, and I always think this
I don’t know what it means
