You said that you’d like me more if I were shorter.
We collided hard in the days where we could speak and kiss without
the masks. Open mouths and hearts
driving through winding roads dark.
Sandcastles met the waves and became
Remains awash in the saltwater:
morning sunlight with
and self-conscious poetry.
May we both find love.
We can’t with each other, true,
but there are billions of others
to love and to be loved
like stuffed animals on a shelf.
May we accept our fates with grace.
Salt our driveways,
floss and spit pink into sinks
and smile through bleeding gums.
I last saw you through
with the frost and asphalt
and metals cool to the touch.
Spring brings thaw but
I can’t help being sorta tall.