you must know by now -
I lose my balance
trip over
mistaken identities
I'm reading into
each word
separating each letter
pulling them apart
they're crawling inside my throat
down into a
s p a c e
that does not want to be filled
sometimes we'll speak
and side by side
with our conversation
I paint the double meanings
"I'm back for good"
is insignificant in this our
banter
but in another world
it could have been
a promise
to
keep
