the sense of perfection

I can’t stand that when I see you, all of me is drowned in your perfect stance.

I can’t stand that when I slowly place my tiny fractures back together, you appear and I cry.

I can’t stand that our minds are so far apart and your thoughts stay with you.

I hate that you can’t know

I hate that I can’t know

I hate that your body is so powerful

I hate that your words are so dominant

And your voice echoes in my hair

I can not cope with the thought of you standing

So far away from us

Or what was

What was once cloud-covered terrain

Is now

just grass.

But you stand with your perfect body
And your

Intrepid face

Filled with nothing

But my

Eyes.

And you stand

And I cry

I cried.