I only see you
For a little while.
Not the you I see every day
The you that tap dances
On all of my good nerves.
The you of you. The parts
That awaken when you are asleep.
When you are here
And I am here
I remember so much it hurts.
There are so many lives and voices
One would be too much.
There are multitudes.
One thousand lives
Wrap heartstrings
Round my throat
And I would drown
The true death of love —
to suffocate and be sickened by it—
In one instant I see
Ten times as many loves.
And I know everything
And I know you have always been
The best.
Not always the most
Gritty and gruesome and
Gorgeous,
Longing for and loving
For
An eternity.
But there is no me
(In any one of an infinite
number of universes,
In multitudes of lives)
Without you.